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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... certain knight that swore by his honour they were good pancakes , and swore by his honour the mustard was naught now I'll stand to it , the pancakes were naught , and the mustard was good ; and yet was not 10 [ ACT I. AS YOU LIKE IT .
... certain knight that swore by his honour they were good pancakes , and swore by his honour the mustard was naught now I'll stand to it , the pancakes were naught , and the mustard was good ; and yet was not 10 [ ACT I. AS YOU LIKE IT .
Strana 11
... Stand you both forth now : stroke your chins , and swear by your beards that I am a knave . Cel . By our beards , if we had them , thou art . Touch . By my knavery , if I had it , then I were ; but if yo swear by that that is not , you ...
... Stand you both forth now : stroke your chins , and swear by your beards that I am a knave . Cel . By our beards , if we had them , thou art . Touch . By my knavery , if I had it , then I were ; but if yo swear by that that is not , you ...
Strana 27
... 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 . Assuredly the thing ...
... 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 . Assuredly the thing ...
Strana 39
... stand aside . Cel . [ reads ] " Why should this a ( 81 ) desert be ? For it is unpeopled ? No ; Tongues I'll hang on every tree , That shall civil sayings show : Some , how brief the life of man Runs his erring pilgrimage , That the ...
... stand aside . Cel . [ reads ] " Why should this a ( 81 ) desert be ? For it is unpeopled ? No ; Tongues I'll hang on every tree , That shall civil sayings show : Some , how brief the life of man Runs his erring pilgrimage , That the ...
Strana 44
... stands still withal . Orl . I prithee , who doth he trot withal ? Ros . Marry , he trots hard with a young maid between the contract of her marriage and the day it is solemnized : if the interim be but a se'nnight , Time's pace is so ...
... stands still withal . Orl . I prithee , who doth he trot withal ? Ros . Marry , he trots hard with a young maid between the contract of her marriage and the day it is solemnized : if the interim be but a se'nnight , Time's pace is so ...
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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...