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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Strana 8
... tell thee , Charles , it is the stubbornest young fellow of France ; full of ambition , an envious emulator of every man's good parts , a secret and villanous contriver against me his natural brother : therefore use thy discretion ; I ...
... tell thee , Charles , it is the stubbornest young fellow of France ; full of ambition , an envious emulator of every man's good parts , a secret and villanous contriver against me his natural brother : therefore use thy discretion ; I ...
Strana 12
William Shakespeare Alexander Dyce. Ros . Yet tell us the manner of the wrestling . Le Beau . I will tell you the beginning ; and , if it please your ladyships , you may see the end ; for the best is yet to do ; and here , where you are ...
William Shakespeare Alexander Dyce. Ros . Yet tell us the manner of the wrestling . Le Beau . I will tell you the beginning ; and , if it please your ladyships , you may see the end ; for the best is yet to do ; and here , where you are ...
Strana 14
... tell who should down . [ Charles is thrown . Shout . Duke F. No more , no more . Orl . Yes , I beseech your grace : I am not yet well breathed . Duke F. How dost thou , Charles ? Le Beau . He cannot speak , my lord . Duke F. Bear him ...
... tell who should down . [ Charles is thrown . Shout . Duke F. No more , no more . Orl . Yes , I beseech your grace : I am not yet well breathed . Duke F. How dost thou , Charles ? Le Beau . He cannot speak , my lord . Duke F. Bear him ...
Strana 16
... tell you , that of late this duke Hath ta'en displeasure ' gainst his gentle niece , Grounded upon no other argument But that the people praise her for her virtues , And pity her for her good father's sake ; And , on my life , his ...
... tell you , that of late this duke Hath ta'en displeasure ' gainst his gentle niece , Grounded upon no other argument But that the people praise her for her virtues , And pity her for her good father's sake ; And , on my life , his ...
Strana 18
... Tell me whereon the likelihood depends . Duke F. Thou art thy father's daughter ; there's enough . Ros . So was I when your highness took his dukedom ; So was I when your highness banish'd him : Treason is not inherited , my lord ; Or ...
... Tell me whereon the likelihood depends . Duke F. Thou art thy father's daughter ; there's enough . Ros . So was I when your highness took his dukedom ; So was I when your highness banish'd him : Treason is not inherited , my lord ; Or ...
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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...