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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... presents , " ( 17 ) Le Beau . The eldest of the three wrestled with Charles , the duke's wrestler ; which Charles in a moment threw him , and broke three of his ribs , that there is little hope of life in him so he served the second ...
... presents , " ( 17 ) Le Beau . The eldest of the three wrestled with Charles , the duke's wrestler ; which Charles in a moment threw him , and broke three of his ribs , that there is little hope of life in him so he served the second ...
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... your good comfort ! Duke S. Thou seest we are not all alone unhappy : This wide and universal theatre VOL . III . D [ Exit . Presents more woeful pageants than the scene Wherein we play SCENE VII . ] 33 AS YOU LIKE IT .
... your good comfort ! Duke S. Thou seest we are not all alone unhappy : This wide and universal theatre VOL . III . D [ Exit . Presents more woeful pageants than the scene Wherein we play SCENE VII . ] 33 AS YOU LIKE IT .
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William Shakespeare Alexander Dyce. Presents more woeful pageants than the scene Wherein we play in .. Jaq . All the world's a stage , And all the men and women merely players : They have their exits and their entrances ; And one man in ...
William Shakespeare Alexander Dyce. Presents more woeful pageants than the scene Wherein we play in .. Jaq . All the world's a stage , And all the men and women merely players : They have their exits and their entrances ; And one man in ...
Strana 36
... present . But look to it : Find out thy brother , wheresoe'er he is ; Seek him with candle ; bring him dead or living Within this twelvemonth , or turn thou no more To seek a living in our territory . Thy lands , and all things that ...
... present . But look to it : Find out thy brother , wheresoe'er he is ; Seek him with candle ; bring him dead or living Within this twelvemonth , or turn thou no more To seek a living in our territory . Thy lands , and all things that ...
Strana 60
... present him to the duke , like a Roman con- queror ; and it would do well to set the deer's horns upon his head , for a branch of victory . - Have you no song , forester , for this purpose ? Sec . Lord . Yes , sir . Jaq . Sing it ...
... present him to the duke , like a Roman con- queror ; and it would do well to set the deer's horns upon his head , for a branch of victory . - Have you no song , forester , for this purpose ? Sec . Lord . Yes , sir . Jaq . Sing it ...
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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...