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
... Hast any philosophy in thee , shepherd ? Cor . No more but that I know , the more one sickens , the worse at ease he is ; and that he that wants money , means , and content , is without three good friends ; that the property of rain is ...
... Hast any philosophy in thee , shepherd ? Cor . No more but that I know , the more one sickens , the worse at ease he is ; and that he that wants money , means , and content , is without three good friends ; that the property of rain is ...
Strana 53
... hast my love : is not that neighbourly ? Sil . I would have you . Phe . Why , that were covetousness . Silvius , the time was , that I hated thee ; And yet it is not , that I bear thee love : But since that thou canst talk of love so ...
... hast my love : is not that neighbourly ? Sil . I would have you . Phe . Why , that were covetousness . Silvius , the time was , that I hated thee ; And yet it is not , that I bear thee love : But since that thou canst talk of love so ...
Strana 111
... hast hawks will soar Above the morning lark : or wilt thou hunt ? Thy hounds shall make the welkin answer them , And fetch shrill echoes from the hollow earth . [ Music . First Serv . Say thou wilt course ; thy greyhounds are as swift ...
... hast hawks will soar Above the morning lark : or wilt thou hunt ? Thy hounds shall make the welkin answer them , And fetch shrill echoes from the hollow earth . [ Music . First Serv . Say thou wilt course ; thy greyhounds are as swift ...
Strana 134
... hast hit it : come , sit on me . Kath . Asses are made to bear , and so are you . Pet . Women are made to bear , and so are you . Kath . No such jade as bear you , if me you mean . Pet . Alas , good Kate , I will not burden thee ! For ...
... hast hit it : come , sit on me . Kath . Asses are made to bear , and so are you . Pet . Women are made to bear , and so are you . Kath . No such jade as bear you , if me you mean . Pet . Alas , good Kate , I will not burden thee ! For ...
Strana 135
... hast thou pleasure to be cross in talk ; But thou with mildness entertain'st thy wooers , With gentle conference , soft and affable . Why does the world report that Kate doth limp ? O slanderous world ! Kate , like the hazel - twig , Is ...
... hast thou pleasure to be cross in talk ; But thou with mildness entertain'st thy wooers , With gentle conference , soft and affable . Why does the world report that Kate doth limp ? O slanderous world ! Kate , like the hazel - twig , Is ...
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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...