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 12
... youth will not be entreated , his own peril on his forwardness . Ros . Is yonder the man ? Le Beau . Even he , madam . Cel . Alas , he is too young ! yet he looks successfully . Duke F. How now , daughter , and cousin ! 12 [ ACT I. AS ...
... youth will not be entreated , his own peril on his forwardness . Ros . Is yonder the man ? Le Beau . Even he , madam . Cel . Alas , he is too young ! yet he looks successfully . Duke F. How now , daughter , and cousin ! 12 [ ACT I. AS ...
Strana 13
... youth , I would fain dissuade him , ( 19 ) but he will not be en- treated . Speak to him , ladies ; see if you can move him . Cel . Call him hither , good Monsieur Le Beau . Duke F. Do so : I'll not be by . [ Duke goes apart . Le Beau ...
... youth , I would fain dissuade him , ( 19 ) but he will not be en- treated . Speak to him , ladies ; see if you can move him . Cel . Call him hither , good Monsieur Le Beau . Duke F. Do so : I'll not be by . [ Duke goes apart . Le Beau ...
Strana 14
... youth : I would thou hadst told me of another father . [ Exeunt Duke Fred . , Train , and Le Beau . Cel . Were I my father , coz , would I do this ? Orl . I am more proud to be Sir Roland's son , His youngest son ; -and would not change ...
... youth : I would thou hadst told me of another father . [ Exeunt Duke Fred . , Train , and Le Beau . Cel . Were I my father , coz , would I do this ? Orl . I am more proud to be Sir Roland's son , His youngest son ; -and would not change ...
Strana 22
... youth is surely in their company . Duke F. Send to his brother's ; ( 43 ) fetch that gallant hither : If he be absent , bring his brother to me ; I'll make him find him : do this suddenly ; And let not search and inquisition quail ( 44 ) ...
... youth is surely in their company . Duke F. Send to his brother's ; ( 43 ) fetch that gallant hither : If he be absent , bring his brother to me ; I'll make him find him : do this suddenly ; And let not search and inquisition quail ( 44 ) ...
Strana 23
... youth , Come not within these doors ! within this roof ( 48 ) The enemy of all your graces lives : Your brother- ( no , no brother ; yet the son- Yet not the son - I will not call him son Of him I was about to call his father ) - Hath ...
... youth , Come not within these doors ! within this roof ( 48 ) The enemy of all your graces lives : Your brother- ( no , no brother ; yet the son- Yet not the son - I will not call him son Of him I was about to call his father ) - Hath ...
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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...