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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... sure , they are coming : let us now stay and see it . Flourish . Enter DUKE FREDERICK , Lords , ORLANDO , CHARLES , and Attendants . Duke F. Come on : since the youth will not be entreated , his own peril on his forwardness . Ros . Is ...
... sure , they are coming : let us now stay and see it . Flourish . Enter DUKE FREDERICK , Lords , ORLANDO , CHARLES , and Attendants . Duke F. Come on : since the youth will not be entreated , his own peril on his forwardness . Ros . Is ...
Strana 25
... true a lover As ever sigh'd upon a midnight pillow : But if thy love were ever like to mine , - As sure I think did never man love so , - How many actions most ridiculous Hast thou been drawn to SCENE IV . ] 25 AS YOU LIKE IT .
... true a lover As ever sigh'd upon a midnight pillow : But if thy love were ever like to mine , - As sure I think did never man love so , - How many actions most ridiculous Hast thou been drawn to SCENE IV . ] 25 AS YOU LIKE IT .
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... the right but- ter - women's rank ( 78 ) to market . Ros . Out , fool ! Touch . For a taste : If a hart do lack a hind , Let him seek out Rosalind . If the cat will after kind , So be sure 38 [ ACT III . 888 AS YOU LIKE IT .
... the right but- ter - women's rank ( 78 ) to market . Ros . Out , fool ! Touch . For a taste : If a hart do lack a hind , Let him seek out Rosalind . If the cat will after kind , So be sure 38 [ ACT III . 888 AS YOU LIKE IT .
Strana 39
William Shakespeare Alexander Dyce. If the cat will after kind , So be sure will Rosalind . Winter ( 79 ) garments must be lin❜d , So must slender Rosalind . • They that reap must sheaf and bind ; Then to cart with Rosalind . Sweetest ...
William Shakespeare Alexander Dyce. If the cat will after kind , So be sure will Rosalind . Winter ( 79 ) garments must be lin❜d , So must slender Rosalind . • They that reap must sheaf and bind ; Then to cart with Rosalind . Sweetest ...
Strana 45
... sure you are not prisoner . Orl . What were his marks ? Ros . A lean cheek , -which you have not ; a blue eye and sunken , —which you have not ; an unquestionable spirit , which you have not ; a beard neglected , -which you have not ...
... sure you are not prisoner . Orl . What were his marks ? Ros . A lean cheek , -which you have not ; a blue eye and sunken , —which you have not ; an unquestionable spirit , which you have not ; a beard neglected , -which you have not ...
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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...