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 426
... Leon . Cam . What , Camillo there ? Why , that's some comfort.- Ay , my good lord . Leon . Go , play , Mamillius ; thou ' rt an honest man . Camillo , this great sir will yet stay longer . [ Exit Mamillius . Cam . You had much ado to ...
... Leon . Cam . What , Camillo there ? Why , that's some comfort.- Ay , my good lord . Leon . Go , play , Mamillius ; thou ' rt an honest man . Camillo , this great sir will yet stay longer . [ Exit Mamillius . Cam . You had much ado to ...
Strana 427
... Leon . At the queen's be ' t : " good " should be pertinent ; But , so it is , it is not . Was this taken By any ... Leon . Cam . Ha ! Leon . Ay , but why ? ( 19 ) Stays here longer . Cam . To satisfy your highness , and th ' entreaties ...
... Leon . At the queen's be ' t : " good " should be pertinent ; But , so it is , it is not . Was this taken By any ... Leon . Cam . Ha ! Leon . Ay , but why ? ( 19 ) Stays here longer . Cam . To satisfy your highness , and th ' entreaties ...
Strana 428
... Leon . Ha ' not you seen , Camillo , — But that's past doubt , you have , or your eye - glass Is thicker than a cuckold's horn ; or heard , — For , to a vision so apparent , rumour Cannot be mute ; or thought , -for cogitation Resides ...
... Leon . Ha ' not you seen , Camillo , — But that's past doubt , you have , or your eye - glass Is thicker than a cuckold's horn ; or heard , — For , to a vision so apparent , rumour Cannot be mute ; or thought , -for cogitation Resides ...
Strana 429
... Leon . Cam . No , no , my lord . Leon . Say it be , ' tis true . It is ; you lie , you lie : say thou liest , Camillo , and I hate thee ; Pronounce thee a gross lout , a mindless slave ; Or else a hovering temporizer , that Canst with ...
... Leon . Cam . No , no , my lord . Leon . Say it be , ' tis true . It is ; you lie , you lie : say thou liest , Camillo , and I hate thee ; Pronounce thee a gross lout , a mindless slave ; Or else a hovering temporizer , that Canst with ...
Strana 430
... Leon . Make that thy question , and go rot ! Dost think I am so muddy , so unsettled , T'appoint myself ( 26 ) in this vexation ; sully The purity and whiteness of my sheets , - Which to preserve is sleep , which being spotted Is goads ...
... Leon . Make that thy question , and go rot ! Dost think I am so muddy , so unsettled , T'appoint myself ( 26 ) in this vexation ; sully The purity and whiteness of my sheets , - Which to preserve is sleep , which being spotted Is goads ...
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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...