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 37
... hands sweat ? and is not the grease of a mutton as wholesome as the sweat of a man ? Shallow , shallow . A better instance , I say ; come . Cor . Besides , our hands are hard . Touch . Your lips will feel them the sooner . Shallow again ...
... hands sweat ? and is not the grease of a mutton as wholesome as the sweat of a man ? Shallow , shallow . A better instance , I say ; come . Cor . Besides , our hands are hard . Touch . Your lips will feel them the sooner . Shallow again ...
Strana 45
... hand of Rosa- lind , I am that he , that unfortunate he . Ros . But are you so much in love as your rhymes speak ? Orl . Neither rhyme nor reason can express how much . Ros . Love is merely a madness ; and , SCENE 11. ] 45 AS YOU LIKE IT .
... hand of Rosa- lind , I am that he , that unfortunate he . Ros . But are you so much in love as your rhymes speak ? Orl . Neither rhyme nor reason can express how much . Ros . Love is merely a madness ; and , SCENE 11. ] 45 AS YOU LIKE IT .
Strana 48
... hand here , sir : -nay , pray be covered . Jaq . Will you be married , motley ? Touch . As the ox hath his bow , sir , the horse his curb , and the falcon her bells , so man hath his desires ; and as pigeons bill , so wedlock would be ...
... hand here , sir : -nay , pray be covered . Jaq . Will you be married , motley ? Touch . As the ox hath his bow , sir , the horse his curb , and the falcon her bells , so man hath his desires ; and as pigeons bill , so wedlock would be ...
Strana 55
... hands . Jaq . Yes , I have gained my experience . Ros . And your experience makes you sad : I had rather have a fool to make me merry than experience to make me sad ; and to travel for it too ! Enter ORLANDO . Orl . Good day and ...
... hands . Jaq . Yes , I have gained my experience . Ros . And your experience makes you sad : I had rather have a fool to make me merry than experience to make me sad ; and to travel for it too ! Enter ORLANDO . Orl . Good day and ...
Strana 57
... hand , it will not kill a fly . But come , now I will be your Rosalind in a more coming - on disposition ; and ask me what you will , I will grant it . Orl . Then love me , Rosalind . Ros . Yes , faith , will I , Fridays and Saturdays ...
... hand , it will not kill a fly . But come , now I will be your Rosalind in a more coming - on disposition ; and ask me what you will , I will grant it . Orl . Then love me , Rosalind . Ros . Yes , faith , will I , Fridays and Saturdays ...
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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...