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 19
... hath not . Cel . No , hath not ? ( 32 ) Rosalind lacks , then , the love Which teacheth me ( 33 ) that thou and I am one : Shall we be sunder'd ? shall we part , sweet girl ? No : let my father seek another heir . Therefore devise with ...
... hath not . Cel . No , hath not ? ( 32 ) Rosalind lacks , then , the love Which teacheth me ( 33 ) that thou and I am one : Shall we be sunder'd ? shall we part , sweet girl ? No : let my father seek another heir . Therefore devise with ...
Strana 21
... hath banish'd you . To - day my Lord of Amiens and myself Did steal behind him , as he lay along Under an oak , whose antique root peeps out Upon the brook that brawls along this wood : To the which place a poor sequester'd stag , That ...
... hath banish'd you . To - day my Lord of Amiens and myself Did steal behind him , as he lay along Under an oak , whose antique root peeps out Upon the brook that brawls along this wood : To the which place a poor sequester'd stag , That ...
Strana 30
... hath sent me fortune : " And then he drew a dial from his poke , And , looking on it with lack - lustre eye , Says very wisely , " It is ten o'clock : Thus we may see , " quoth he , " how the world wags : ' Tis but an hour ago since it ...
... hath sent me fortune : " And then he drew a dial from his poke , And , looking on it with lack - lustre eye , Says very wisely , " It is ten o'clock : Thus we may see , " quoth he , " how the world wags : ' Tis but an hour ago since it ...
Strana 31
... hath been a courtier ; And says , if ladies be but young and fair , They have the gift to know't : and in his brain , - Which is as dry as the remainder biscuit After a voyage , he hath strange places cramm'd With observation , the ...
... hath been a courtier ; And says , if ladies be but young and fair , They have the gift to know't : and in his brain , - Which is as dry as the remainder biscuit After a voyage , he hath strange places cramm'd With observation , the ...
Strana 32
... hath wrong'd him : if it do him right , Then he hath wrong'd himself ; if he be free , Why , then my taxing like a wild - goose flies , Unclaim'd of any man . - But who comes here ? Enter ORLANDO with his sword drawn . Orl . Forbear ...
... hath wrong'd him : if it do him right , Then he hath wrong'd himself ; if he be free , Why , then my taxing like a wild - goose flies , Unclaim'd of any man . - But who comes here ? Enter ORLANDO with his sword drawn . Orl . Forbear ...
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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...