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 52
... hope not after it : ' Tis not your inky brows , your black - silk hair , Your bugle eyeballs , nor your cheek of cream , That can entame my spirits to your worship.- You foolish shepherd , wherefore do you follow her , Like foggy south ...
... hope not after it : ' Tis not your inky brows , your black - silk hair , Your bugle eyeballs , nor your cheek of cream , That can entame my spirits to your worship.- You foolish shepherd , wherefore do you follow her , Like foggy south ...
Strana 57
... hope so . Ros . Why , then , can one desire too much of a good thing ? -Come , sister , you shall be the priest , and marry us . — Give me your hand , Orlando . - What do you say , sister ? Orl . Pray thee , marry us . Cel . SCENE 1 ...
... hope so . Ros . Why , then , can one desire too much of a good thing ? -Come , sister , you shall be the priest , and marry us . — Give me your hand , Orlando . - What do you say , sister ? Orl . Pray thee , marry us . Cel . SCENE 1 ...
Strana 70
... hope it is no dishonest desire , to desire to be a woman of the world . Here come two of the banished duke's pages . Enter two Pages . First Page . Well met , honest gentleman . Touch . By my troth , well met . Come , sit , sit , and a ...
... hope it is no dishonest desire , to desire to be a woman of the world . Here come two of the banished duke's pages . Enter two Pages . First Page . Well met , honest gentleman . Touch . By my troth , well met . Come , sit , sit , and a ...
Strana 72
... hope , and know they fear . ( 154 ) Enter ROSALIND , SILVIUS , and PHEBE . Ros . Patience once more , whiles our compact is urg'd : — if I bring in your Rosalind , [ To the Duke . You say , You will bestow her on Orlando here ? Duke S ...
... hope , and know they fear . ( 154 ) Enter ROSALIND , SILVIUS , and PHEBE . Ros . Patience once more , whiles our compact is urg'd : — if I bring in your Rosalind , [ To the Duke . You say , You will bestow her on Orlando here ? Duke S ...
Strana 98
... hope , ' & c . , " says Mr. Grant White , " is , of course , ' as those who are apprehensive that they are deceiving themselves by in- dulging a secret hope , although they know they fear the issue , ' — a state of mind in which few ...
... hope , ' & c . , " says Mr. Grant White , " is , of course , ' as those who are apprehensive that they are deceiving themselves by in- dulging a secret hope , although they know they fear the issue , ' — a state of mind in which few ...
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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...