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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... reason of such goddesses , hath sent this natural for our whet- stone ; for always the dulness of the fool is the whetstone of the wits . ( 14 ) -How now , wit ! whither wander you ? you . Touch . Mistress , you must come away to your ...
... reason of such goddesses , hath sent this natural for our whet- stone ; for always the dulness of the fool is the whetstone of the wits . ( 14 ) -How now , wit ! whither wander you ? you . Touch . Mistress , you must come away to your ...
Strana 16
... reasons . Ros . Then there were two cousins laid up ; when the one should be lamed with reasons , and the other mad without any . Cel . But is all this for your father ? Ros . No , some of it is for my father's child . ( 28 ) O , how ...
... reasons . Ros . Then there were two cousins laid up ; when the one should be lamed with reasons , and the other mad without any . Cel . But is all this for your father ? Ros . No , some of it is for my father's child . ( 28 ) O , how ...
Strana 27
... reason of his absence , there is nothing That you will feed on ; but what is , come see , And in my voice most welcome shall you be . Ros . What is he that shall buy his flock and pasture ? Cor . That young swain that you saw here but ...
... reason of his absence , there is nothing That you will feed on ; but what is , come see , And in my voice most welcome shall you be . Ros . What is he that shall buy his flock and pasture ? Cor . That young swain that you saw here but ...
Strana 32
... civility : yet am I inland bred , And know some nurture . But forbear , I say : He dies that touches any of this fruit Till I and my affairs are answered . Jaq . An you will not be answered with reason 32 32 [ аст п . AS YOU LIKE IT .
... civility : yet am I inland bred , And know some nurture . But forbear , I say : He dies that touches any of this fruit Till I and my affairs are answered . Jaq . An you will not be answered with reason 32 32 [ аст п . AS YOU LIKE IT .
Strana 33
William Shakespeare Alexander Dyce. Jaq . An you will not be answered with reason , I must die . Duke S. What would you have ? Your gentleness shall force , More than your force move us to gentleness . Orl . I almost die for food ; and ...
William Shakespeare Alexander Dyce. Jaq . An you will not be answered with reason , I must die . Duke S. What would you have ? Your gentleness shall force , More than your force move us to gentleness . Orl . I almost die for food ; and ...
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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...