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 43
... wives , and conned them out of rings ? Orl . Not so ; but I answer you right painted cloth , from whence you have studied your questions . Jaq . You have a nimble wit : I think ' twas made of Ata- lanta's heels . Will you sit down with ...
... wives , and conned them out of rings ? Orl . Not so ; but I answer you right painted cloth , from whence you have studied your questions . Jaq . You have a nimble wit : I think ' twas made of Ata- lanta's heels . Will you sit down with ...
Strana 48
... wife ; ' tis none of his own getting . Horns ? ever to poor men alone ? ( 94 ) No , no ; the noblest deer hath them as huge as the rascal . Is the single man therefore blessed ? No : as a walled town is more worthier than a village , so ...
... wife ; ' tis none of his own getting . Horns ? ever to poor men alone ? ( 94 ) No , no ; the noblest deer hath them as huge as the rascal . Is the single man therefore blessed ? No : as a walled town is more worthier than a village , so ...
Strana 56
... wives for : but he comes armed in his for- tune , and prevents the slander of his wife . Orl . Virtue is no horn - maker ; and my Rosalind is vir- tuous . Ros . And I am your Rosalind . Cel . It pleases him to call you so ; but he hath ...
... wives for : but he comes armed in his for- tune , and prevents the slander of his wife . Orl . Virtue is no horn - maker ; and my Rosalind is vir- tuous . Ros . And I am your Rosalind . Cel . It pleases him to call you so ; but he hath ...
Strana 58
... wife . " Orl . I take thee , Rosalind , for wife . Ros . I might ask you for your commission ; but , —I do take thee , Orlando , for my husband : —there's a girl goes before the priest ; and , certainly , a woman's thought runs before ...
... wife . " Orl . I take thee , Rosalind , for wife . Ros . I might ask you for your commission ; but , —I do take thee , Orlando , for my husband : —there's a girl goes before the priest ; and , certainly , a woman's thought runs before ...
Strana 87
... Wives of Windsor , act iv . sc . 2 , " Mistress Page and I will look some linen for your head . " P. 29. ( 61 ) " Dear master , I can go no further " Qu . , " says Walker ( Crit . Exam . & c . vol . i . p . 18 ) , " Dear master , I can ...
... Wives of Windsor , act iv . sc . 2 , " Mistress Page and I will look some linen for your head . " P. 29. ( 61 ) " Dear master , I can go no further " Qu . , " says Walker ( Crit . Exam . & c . vol . i . p . 18 ) , " Dear master , I can ...
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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...