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 6
... thou lay hands on me , villain ? Orl . I am no villain : I am the youngest son of Sir Ro- land de Bois ; he was my father ; and he is thrice a villain that says such a father begot villains . Wert thou not my brother , I would not take ...
... thou lay hands on me , villain ? Orl . I am no villain : I am the youngest son of Sir Ro- land de Bois ; he was my father ; and he is thrice a villain that says such a father begot villains . Wert thou not my brother , I would not take ...
Strana 8
... thou didst break his neck as his finger . And thou wert best look to't ; for if thou dost him any slight disgrace , or if he do not mightily grace himself on thee , he will practise against thee by poison , entrap thee by some ...
... thou didst break his neck as his finger . And thou wert best look to't ; for if thou dost him any slight disgrace , or if he do not mightily grace himself on thee , he will practise against thee by poison , entrap thee by some ...
Strana 9
... thou lovest me not with the full weight that I love thee . If my uncle , thy banished father , had ban- ished thy uncle , the duke my father , so thou hadst been still with me , I could have taught my love to take thy father for mine ...
... thou lovest me not with the full weight that I love thee . If my uncle , thy banished father , had ban- ished thy uncle , the duke my father , so thou hadst been still with me , I could have taught my love to take thy father for mine ...
Strana 11
... thou art . Touch . By my knavery , if I had it , then I were ; but if yo swear by that that is not , you are not forsworn : no mecal ' was this knight , swearing by his honour , for he never had any ; or if he had , he had sworn it away ...
... thou art . Touch . By my knavery , if I had it , then I were ; but if yo swear by that that is not , you are not forsworn : no mecal ' was this knight , swearing by his honour , for he never had any ; or if he had , he had sworn it away ...
Strana 14
... thou hadst been son to some man else : The world esteem'd thy father honourable , But I did find him still mine enemy : Thou shouldst have better pleas'd me with this deed , Hadst thou descended from another house . But fare thee well ...
... thou hadst been son to some man else : The world esteem'd thy father honourable , But I did find him still mine enemy : Thou shouldst have better pleas'd me with this deed , Hadst thou descended from another house . But fare thee well ...
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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...