The Works of William Shakespeare: As you like it. The taming of the shrew. All's well that ends well. Twelfth-night. The winter's taleChapman and Hall, 1866 |
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Strana 13
... pray you , for your own sake , to embrace your own safety , and give over this attempt . Ros . Do , young sir ; your reputation shall not therefore be misprised : we will make it our suit to the duke that the wrestling might not go ...
... pray you , for your own sake , to embrace your own safety , and give over this attempt . Ros . Do , young sir ; your reputation shall not therefore be misprised : we will make it our suit to the duke that the wrestling might not go ...
Strana 15
... suits you to conceive than I to speak of . Orl . I thank you , sir : and , pray you , tell me this , - Which of the two was daughter of the duke , That here were at the wrestling ? Le Beau . SCENE 11. ] 15 AS YOU LIKE IT .
... suits you to conceive than I to speak of . Orl . I thank you , sir : and , pray you , tell me this , - Which of the two was daughter of the duke , That here were at the wrestling ? Le Beau . SCENE 11. ] 15 AS YOU LIKE IT .
Strana 25
... pray you , bear with me ; I cannot go no further . ( 53 ) Touch . For my part , I had rather bear with you than bear you yet I should bear no cross , if I did bear you ; for I think you have no money in your purse . Ros . Well , this is ...
... pray you , bear with me ; I cannot go no further . ( 53 ) Touch . For my part , I had rather bear with you than bear you yet I should bear no cross , if I did bear you ; for I think you have no money in your purse . Ros . Well , this is ...
Strana 26
... pray you , one of you question yond man , If he for gold will give us any food : I faint almost to death . Touch . Holla , you clown ! Ros . Cor . Who calls ? Peace , fool : he's not thy kinsman . * Jove , Jove ! & c . ] Perhaps this ...
... pray you , one of you question yond man , If he for gold will give us any food : I faint almost to death . Touch . Holla , you clown ! Ros . Cor . Who calls ? Peace , fool : he's not thy kinsman . * Jove , Jove ! & c . ] Perhaps this ...
Strana 27
... pray thee , if it stand with honesty , Buy thou the cottage , pasture , and the flock , And thou shalt have to pay for it of us . Cel . And we will mend thy wages . I like this place , And willingly could waste my time in it . Cor ...
... pray thee , if it stand with honesty , Buy thou the cottage , pasture , and the flock , And thou shalt have to pay for it of us . Cel . And we will mend thy wages . I like this place , And willingly could waste my time in it . Cor ...
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Strana 352 - O fellow, come, the song we had last night: — Mark it, Cesario; it is old and plain: The spinsters and the knitters in the sun, And the free maids, that weave their thread with bones. Do use to chant it: it is silly sooth, And dallies with the innocence of love Like the old age.
Strana 354 - A blank, my lord. She never told her love, But let concealment, like a worm i' the bud, Feed on her damask cheek : she pin'd in thought, And with a green and yellow melancholy, She sat like Patience on a monument, Smiling at grief. Was not this love indeed ? We men may say more, swear more ; but indeed Our shows are more than will, for still we prove Much in our vows, but little in our love. DuJce. But died thy sister of her love, my boy? Vio. I am all the daughters of my father's house, And all...