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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... seem to us to make strongly against it . " P. 143 . " Make feasts , invite friends , and proclaim the banns ; " This reading was introduced by me into the text before I was aware of what I now learn from a note of the Cambridge Editors ...
... seem to us to make strongly against it . " P. 143 . " Make feasts , invite friends , and proclaim the banns ; " This reading was introduced by me into the text before I was aware of what I now learn from a note of the Cambridge Editors ...
Strana 5
... seems to take from me : he lets me feed with his hinds , bars me the place of a brother , and , as much as in him lies , mines my gentility with my education . This is it , Adam , that grieves me ; and the spirit of my father , which I ...
... seems to take from me : he lets me feed with his hinds , bars me the place of a brother , and , as much as in him lies , mines my gentility with my education . This is it , Adam , that grieves me ; and the spirit of my father , which I ...
Strana 18
... seem more virtuous When she is gone . Then open not thy lips : Firm and irrevocable is my doom Which I have pass'd upon her ; -she is banish'd . Cel . Pronounce that sentence , then , on me , my liege : I cannot live out of her company ...
... seem more virtuous When she is gone . Then open not thy lips : Firm and irrevocable is my doom Which I have pass'd upon her ; -she is banish'd . Cel . Pronounce that sentence , then , on me , my liege : I cannot live out of her company ...
Strana 31
... seem senseless of the bob : if not , The wise man's folly is anatomiz'd Even by the squandering glances of the fool . Invest me in my motley ; give me leave To speak my mind , and I will through and through Cleanse the foul body of th ...
... seem senseless of the bob : if not , The wise man's folly is anatomiz'd Even by the squandering glances of the fool . Invest me in my motley ; give me leave To speak my mind , and I will through and through Cleanse the foul body of th ...
Strana 32
... seem'st so empty ? Orl . You touch'd my vein at first : the thorny point Of bare distress hath ta'en from me the show Of smooth civility : yet am I inland bred , And know some nurture . But forbear , I say : He dies that touches any of ...
... seem'st so empty ? Orl . You touch'd my vein at first : the thorny point Of bare distress hath ta'en from me the show Of smooth civility : yet am I inland bred , And know some nurture . But forbear , I say : He dies that touches any of ...
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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...