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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... thing . Oli . What mar you then , sir ? Orl . Marry , sir , I am helping you to mar that which God made , a poor unworthy brother of yours , with idleness . Oli . Marry , sir , be better employed , and be naught a- while ! Orl . Shall I ...
... thing . Oli . What mar you then , sir ? Orl . Marry , sir , I am helping you to mar that which God made , a poor unworthy brother of yours , with idleness . Oli . Marry , sir , be better employed , and be naught a- while ! Orl . Shall I ...
Strana 8
... thing of his own search , and altogether against my will . Oli . Charles , I thank thee for thy love to me , which thou shalt find I will most kindly requite . I had myself notice of my brother's purpose herein , and have by underhand ...
... thing of his own search , and altogether against my will . Oli . Charles , I thank thee for thy love to me , which thou shalt find I will most kindly requite . I had myself notice of my brother's purpose herein , and have by underhand ...
Strana 9
... thing remains but that I kindle the boy thither ; which now I'll go about . SCENE II . A lawn before the Duke's palace . Enter ROSALIND and CELIA . [ Exit . Cel . I pray thee , Rosalind , sweet my coz , be merry . Ros . Dear Celia , I ...
... thing remains but that I kindle the boy thither ; which now I'll go about . SCENE II . A lawn before the Duke's palace . Enter ROSALIND and CELIA . [ Exit . Cel . I pray thee , Rosalind , sweet my coz , be merry . Ros . Dear Celia , I ...
Strana 13
... thing . But let your fair eyes and gentle wishes go with me to my trial ; wherein if I be foiled , there is but one shamed that was never gracious ; if killed , but one dead that is willing to be so : I shall do my friends no wrong ...
... thing . But let your fair eyes and gentle wishes go with me to my trial ; wherein if I be foiled , there is but one shamed that was never gracious ; if killed , but one dead that is willing to be so : I shall do my friends no wrong ...
Strana 20
... , exempt from public haunt , Finds tongues in trees , books in the running brooks , Sermons in stones , and good in every thing : I would not change it . ( 38 ) Ami . Happy is your grace , That can translate 20 [ ACT II . AS YOU LIKE IT .
... , exempt from public haunt , Finds tongues in trees , books in the running brooks , Sermons in stones , and good in every thing : I would not change it . ( 38 ) Ami . Happy is your grace , That can translate 20 [ ACT II . AS YOU LIKE IT .
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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...