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 13
... thoughts : herein ( 22 ) I confess me much guilty , to deny so fair and excellent ladies any 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 ...
... thoughts : herein ( 22 ) I confess me much guilty , to deny so fair and excellent ladies any 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 ...
Strana 17
... or be not frantic , As I do trust I am not , -then , dear uncle , Never so much as in a thought unborn Did I offend your highness . VOL . III . C Duke F Thus do all traitors : If their purgation SCENE 111. ] 17 AS YOU LIKE IT .
... or be not frantic , As I do trust I am not , -then , dear uncle , Never so much as in a thought unborn Did I offend your highness . VOL . III . C Duke F Thus do all traitors : If their purgation SCENE 111. ] 17 AS YOU LIKE IT .
Strana 33
... thought that all things had been savage here ; And therefore put I on the countenance Of stern commandment . But whate'er you are , That in this desert inaccessible , Under the shade of melancholy boughs , Lose and neglect the creeping ...
... thought that all things had been savage here ; And therefore put I on the countenance Of stern commandment . But whate'er you are , That in this desert inaccessible , Under the shade of melancholy boughs , Lose and neglect the creeping ...
Strana 36
... thoughts I'll character ; That every eye , which in this forest looks , Shall see thy virtue witness'd every where . Run , run , Orlando ; carve on every tree The fair , the chaste , and unexpressive she . Enter CORIN and TOUCHSTONE ...
... thoughts I'll character ; That every eye , which in this forest looks , Shall see thy virtue witness'd every where . Run , run , Orlando ; carve on every tree The fair , the chaste , and unexpressive she . Enter CORIN and TOUCHSTONE ...
Strana 43
... thought of pleasing you when she was christened . Jaq . What stature is she of ? Orl . Just as high as my heart . Jaq . You are full of pretty answers . Have you not been acquainted with goldsmiths ' wives , and conned them out of rings ...
... thought of pleasing you when she was christened . Jaq . What stature is she of ? Orl . Just as high as my heart . Jaq . You are full of pretty answers . Have you not been acquainted with goldsmiths ' wives , and conned them out of rings ...
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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...