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 16
... Enter CELIA and ROSALIND . Cel . Why , cousin ; why , Rosalind ; -Cupid have mercy ! -not a word ? Ros . Not one to throw at a dog . Cel . No , thy words are too precious to be cast away upon curs ; throw some of them at me ; come ...
... Enter CELIA and ROSALIND . Cel . Why , cousin ; why , Rosalind ; -Cupid have mercy ! -not a word ? Ros . Not one to throw at a dog . Cel . No , thy words are too precious to be cast away upon curs ; throw some of them at me ; come ...
Strana 23
... Enter ORLANDO and ADAM , meeting . Orl . Who's there ? Adam . What , my young master ? -O my gentle master ! O my sweet master ! O you memory Of old Sir Roland ! why , what make you here ? Why are you virtuous ? why do people love you ...
... Enter ORLANDO and ADAM , meeting . Orl . Who's there ? Adam . What , my young master ? -O my gentle master ! O my sweet master ! O you memory Of old Sir Roland ! why , what make you here ? Why are you virtuous ? why do people love you ...
Strana 30
... Enter Duke senior , AMIENS , and others . Duke S. I think he be transform'd into a beast ; For I can no where find him like a man . First Lord . My lord , he is but even now gone Here was he merry , hearing of a song . Duke S. If he ...
... Enter Duke senior , AMIENS , and others . Duke S. I think he be transform'd into a beast ; For I can no where find him like a man . First Lord . My lord , he is but even now gone Here was he merry , hearing of a song . Duke S. If he ...
Strana 34
... enter ORLANDO , with ADAM . Duke S. Welcome . Set down your venerable burden , And let him feed . Orl . I thank you most for him . Adam . So had you : - need : - I scarce can speak to thank you for myself . Duke S. Welcome ; fall to : I ...
... enter ORLANDO , with ADAM . Duke S. Welcome . Set down your venerable burden , And let him feed . Orl . I thank you most for him . Adam . So had you : - need : - I scarce can speak to thank you for myself . Duke S. Welcome ; fall to : I ...
Strana 36
... Enter ORLANDO , with a paper , which he hangs on a tree . Orl . Hang there , my verse , in witness of my love : And thou , thrice - crownèd queen of night , survey With thy chaste eye , from thy pale sphere above , Thy huntress ' name ...
... Enter ORLANDO , with a paper , which he hangs on a tree . Orl . Hang there , my verse , in witness of my love : And thou , thrice - crownèd queen of night , survey With thy chaste eye , from thy pale sphere above , Thy huntress ' name ...
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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...