The Works of Shakespear: As you like it. The taming of the shrew. All's well, that ends well. Twelfth-night: or, What you willRobert Martin, 1768 |
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Strana 4
... fuch penury ? Oli . Know you where you are , Sir ! Orla . O , Sir , very well ; here in your Orchard . Oli . Know you before whom , Sir ? ... Orla . Ay , better than he , I am before , knows me . I know , you are my eldest brother : and ...
... fuch penury ? Oli . Know you where you are , Sir ! Orla . O , Sir , very well ; here in your Orchard . Oli . Know you before whom , Sir ? ... Orla . Ay , better than he , I am before , knows me . I know , you are my eldest brother : and ...
Strana 5
... fuch a father begot vil- lains . Wert thou not my brother , I would not take this hand from thy throat , ' till this other had pull'd out thy tongue for faying fo ; thou haft rail'd on thyfelf . Adam . Sweet mafters , be patient ; for ...
... fuch a father begot vil- lains . Wert thou not my brother , I would not take this hand from thy throat , ' till this other had pull'd out thy tongue for faying fo ; thou haft rail'd on thyfelf . Adam . Sweet mafters , be patient ; for ...
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... fuch disgrace well as he fhall run into ; in that it is a thing of his own fearch , and alto- gether against my will . Oli . Charles , I thank thee for thy love to me , which thou shalt find , I will moft kindly requite . I had myself ...
... fuch disgrace well as he fhall run into ; in that it is a thing of his own fearch , and alto- gether against my will . Oli . Charles , I thank thee for thy love to me , which thou shalt find , I will moft kindly requite . I had myself ...
Strana 9
... fuch Goddeffes , hath sent this Natural for our whetstone : for always the dulness of the fool is the whetstone of the wits . How now , Wit , whither wander you ? Clo . Mistress , you must come away to your father . Cel . Were you made ...
... fuch Goddeffes , hath sent this Natural for our whetstone : for always the dulness of the fool is the whetstone of the wits . How now , Wit , whither wander you ? Clo . Mistress , you must come away to your father . Cel . Were you made ...
Strana 11
... fuch pitiful Dole over them , that all the beholders take his part with weeping . Rof . Alas ! Clo . But what is the Sport , Monfieur , that the la- dies have loft ? B Le Le Beu . Why this , that I fpeak of AS YOU LIKE IT . 11 .
... fuch pitiful Dole over them , that all the beholders take his part with weeping . Rof . Alas ! Clo . But what is the Sport , Monfieur , that the la- dies have loft ? B Le Le Beu . Why this , that I fpeak of AS YOU LIKE IT . 11 .
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Strana 33 - I must have liberty Withal, as large a charter as the wind, To blow on whom I please...
Strana 304 - element,' but the word is over-worn. \Exit. Vio. This fellow is wise enough to play the fool ; And to do that well craves a kind of wit : He must observe their mood on whom he jests, The quality of persons, and the time, And, like the haggard, check at every feather That comes before his eye.
Strana 32 - Tis but an hour ago since it was nine, And after one hour more 'twill be eleven ; And so, from hour to hour, we ripe and ripe, And then, from hour to hour, we rot and rot ; And thereby hangs a tale.
Strana 25 - Though I look old, yet I am strong and lusty: For in my youth I never did apply Hot and rebellious liquors in my blood; Nor did not with unbashful forehead woo The means of weakness and debility; Therefore my age is as a lusty winter, Frosty, but kindly: let me go with you; I'll do the service of a younger man In all your business and necessities.
Strana 63 - Hero had turned nun, if it had not been for a hot midsummer night ; for good youth, he went but forth to wash him in the Hellespont, and being taken with the cramp, was drowned, and the foolish chroniclers of that age found it was — Hero of Sestos. But these are all lies ; men have died from time to time, and worms have eaten them, but not for love.
Strana 21 - The seasons' difference; as, the icy fang, And churlish chiding of the winter's wind; Which when it bites and blows upon my body, Even till I shrink with cold, I smile, and say,— This is no flattery: these are counsellors That feelingly persuade me what I am.