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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William Shakespeare Alexander Dyce. Ami . Happy is your grace , That can translate the stubbornness of fortune Into so quiet and so sweet a style . Duke S. Come , shall we go and kill us venison ? And yet it irks me , the poor dappled ...
William Shakespeare Alexander Dyce. Ami . Happy is your grace , That can translate the stubbornness of fortune Into so quiet and so sweet a style . Duke S. Come , shall we go and kill us venison ? And yet it irks me , the poor dappled ...
Strana 30
William Shakespeare Alexander Dyce. death than thy powers . For my sake be comfortable ; hold Ideath awhile at the arm's end : I will be here ( 62 ) with thee presently ; and if I bring thee not something to eat , I will give thee leave ...
William Shakespeare Alexander Dyce. death than thy powers . For my sake be comfortable ; hold Ideath awhile at the arm's end : I will be here ( 62 ) with thee presently ; and if I bring thee not something to eat , I will give thee leave ...
Strana 34
William Shakespeare Alexander Dyce. Presents more woeful pageants than the scene Wherein we play in .. Jaq . All the world's a stage , And all the men and women merely players : They have their exits and their entrances ; And one man in ...
William Shakespeare Alexander Dyce. Presents more woeful pageants than the scene Wherein we play in .. Jaq . All the world's a stage , And all the men and women merely players : They have their exits and their entrances ; And one man in ...
Strana 36
William Shakespeare Alexander Dyce. I should not seek an absent argument Of my revenge , thou present . But look to it : Find out thy brother , wheresoe'er he is ; Seek him with candle ; bring him dead or living Within this twelvemonth ...
William Shakespeare Alexander Dyce. I should not seek an absent argument Of my revenge , thou present . But look to it : Find out thy brother , wheresoe'er he is ; Seek him with candle ; bring him dead or living Within this twelvemonth ...
Strana 43
William Shakespeare Alexander Dyce. Orl . Yes , just . Jaq . I do not like her name . Orl . There was no thought of pleasing you when she was christened . Jaq . What stature is she of ? Orl . Just as high as my heart . Jaq . You are full ...
William Shakespeare Alexander Dyce. Orl . Yes , just . Jaq . I do not like her name . Orl . There was no thought of pleasing you when she was christened . Jaq . What stature is she of ? Orl . Just as high as my heart . Jaq . You are full ...
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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...