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 15
... better parts Are all thrown down ; and that which here stands up Is but a quintain , a mere lifeless block . Ros . He calls us back : my pride fell with my fortunes ; I'll ask him what he would . - Did you call , sir ? — Sir , you have ...
... better parts Are all thrown down ; and that which here stands up Is but a quintain , a mere lifeless block . Ros . He calls us back : my pride fell with my fortunes ; I'll ask him what he would . - Did you call , sir ? — Sir , you have ...
Strana 16
... better world than this , I shall desire more love and knowledge of you . Orl . I rest much bounden to you : fare you well . [ Exit Le Beau . Thus must I from the smoke into the smother ; From tyrant duke unto a tyrant brother : - But ...
... better world than this , I shall desire more love and knowledge of you . Orl . I rest much bounden to you : fare you well . [ Exit Le Beau . Thus must I from the smoke into the smother ; From tyrant duke unto a tyrant brother : - But ...
Strana 17
... better wrestler than my- self ! Cel . O , a good wish upon you ! you will try in time , in despite of a fall . - But , turning these jests out of service , let us talk in good earnest : is it possible , on such a sudden , you should ...
... better wrestler than my- self ! Cel . O , a good wish upon you ! you will try in time , in despite of a fall . - But , turning these jests out of service , let us talk in good earnest : is it possible , on such a sudden , you should ...
Strana 19
... better , Because that I am more than common tall , That I did suit me all points like a man ? A gallant curtle - axe upon my thigh , A boar - spear in my hand ; and - in my heart Lie there what hidden woman's fear there will- We'll ( 35 ) ...
... better , Because that I am more than common tall , That I did suit me all points like a man ? A gallant curtle - axe upon my thigh , A boar - spear in my hand ; and - in my heart Lie there what hidden woman's fear there will- We'll ( 35 ) ...
Strana 25
... better Than to die well , and not my master's debtor . [ Exeunt . SCENE IV . The Forest of Arden . Enter ROSALIND in boy's clothes , CELIA drest like a shepherdess , and TOUCHSTONE . Ros . O Jupiter , how weary are my spirits ! Touch ...
... better Than to die well , and not my master's debtor . [ Exeunt . SCENE IV . The Forest of Arden . Enter ROSALIND in boy's clothes , CELIA drest like a shepherdess , and TOUCHSTONE . Ros . O Jupiter , how weary are my spirits ! Touch ...
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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...