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
... thee , he will practise against thee by poison , entrap thee by some treacherous device , and never leave thee till he hath ta'en thy life by some indirect means or other ; for , I assure thee , and almost with tears I speak it , there ...
... thee , he will practise against thee by poison , entrap thee by some treacherous device , and never leave thee till he hath ta'en thy life by some indirect means or other ; for , I assure thee , and almost with tears I speak it , there ...
Strana 9
... thee , Rosalind , sweet my coz , be merry . Ros . Dear Celia , I show more mirth than I am mistress of ; and would you yet I ( 10 ) were merrier ? Unless you could teach me to forget a banished father , you must not learn me how to ...
... thee , Rosalind , sweet my coz , be merry . Ros . Dear Celia , I show more mirth than I am mistress of ; and would you yet I ( 10 ) were merrier ? Unless you could teach me to forget a banished father , you must not learn me how to ...
Strana 18
... thee , that I trust thee not . Ros . Yet your mistrust cannot make me a traitor : 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 ...
... thee , that I trust thee not . Ros . Yet your mistrust cannot make me a traitor : 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 ...
Strana 19
William Shakespeare Alexander Dyce. Wilt thou change fathers ? I will give thee mine . I charge thee , be not thou more griev'd than I am . Ros . I have more cause . Cel . Thou hast not , cousin ; Prithee , be cheerful : know'st thou not ...
William Shakespeare Alexander Dyce. Wilt thou change fathers ? I will give thee mine . I charge thee , be not thou more griev'd than I am . Ros . I have more cause . Cel . Thou hast not , cousin ; Prithee , be cheerful : know'st thou not ...
Strana 24
... thee appears The constant service of the antique world , When service swet for duty , not for meed ! ( 59 ) Thou art not for the fashion of these times , Where none will sweat but for promotion ; And having that , do choke their service ...
... thee appears The constant service of the antique world , When service swet for duty , not for meed ! ( 59 ) Thou art not for the fashion of these times , Where none will sweat but for promotion ; And having that , do choke their service ...
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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...