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 30
... give thee leave to die : but if thou diest before I come , thou art a mocker of my labour . Well said ! thou lookest cheerly ; and I'll be with thee quickly . — Yet thou liest in the bleak air : come , I will bear thee to some shelter ...
... give thee leave to die : but if thou diest before I come , thou art a mocker of my labour . Well said ! thou lookest cheerly ; and I'll be with thee quickly . — Yet thou liest in the bleak air : come , I will bear thee to some shelter ...
Strana 34
... . Duke S. Welcome ; fall to : I will not trouble you As yet , to question you about your fortunes.— Give us some music ; and , good cousin , sing . Ami . Song . Blow , blow , thou winter 34 [ ACT II . AS YOU LIKE IT .
... . Duke S. Welcome ; fall to : I will not trouble you As yet , to question you about your fortunes.— Give us some music ; and , good cousin , sing . Ami . Song . Blow , blow , thou winter 34 [ ACT II . AS YOU LIKE IT .
Strana 42
... Give me audience , good madam . Ros . Proceed . Cel . There lay he , stretched along , like a wounded knight . Ros . Though it be pity to see such a sight , it well becomes the ground . Cel . Cry , holla ! to thy ( 86 ) tongue , I ...
... Give me audience , good madam . Ros . Proceed . Cel . There lay he , stretched along , like a wounded knight . Ros . Though it be pity to see such a sight , it well becomes the ground . Cel . Cry , holla ! to thy ( 86 ) tongue , I ...
Strana 45
... give him some good counsel , for he seems to have the quotidian of love upon him . Orl . I am he that is so love - shaked : I pray you , tell me your remedy . Ros . There is none of my uncle's marks upon you : he taught me how to know a ...
... give him some good counsel , for he seems to have the quotidian of love upon him . Orl . I am he that is so love - shaked : I pray you , tell me your remedy . Ros . There is none of my uncle's marks upon you : he taught me how to know a ...
Strana 48
... give the woman ? Touch . I will not take her on gift of any man . Sir Oli . Truly , she must be given , or the marriage is not lawful . Jaq . [ coming forward ] Proceed , proceed : I'll give her . Touch . Good even , good Master What ...
... give the woman ? Touch . I will not take her on gift of any man . Sir Oli . Truly , she must be given , or the marriage is not lawful . Jaq . [ coming forward ] Proceed , proceed : I'll give her . Touch . Good even , good Master What ...
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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...