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 29
... Live a little ; comfort a little ; cheer thyself a little . If this uncouth forest yield any thing savage , I will either be food for it , or bring it for food to thee . Thy conceit is nearer death than thy powers . For my sake be ...
... Live a little ; comfort a little ; cheer thyself a little . If this uncouth forest yield any thing savage , I will either be food for it , or bring it for food to thee . Thy conceit is nearer death than thy powers . For my sake be ...
Strana 30
... live any thing in this desert . Cheerly , good Adam ! [ Exeunt . SCENE VII . Another part of the forest ( the same as in Sc . v . ) . A table set out . Enter Duke senior , AMIENS , and others . Duke S. I think he be transform'd into a ...
... live any thing in this desert . Cheerly , good Adam ! [ Exeunt . SCENE VII . Another part of the forest ( the same as in Sc . v . ) . A table set out . Enter Duke senior , AMIENS , and others . Duke S. I think he be transform'd into a ...
Strana 40
... live and die her slave . " Ros . O most gentle pulpiter ! ( 83 ) —what tedious homily of love have you wearied your parishioners withal , and never cried , " Have patience , good people ! " Cel . How now ! back , friends : -shepherd ...
... live and die her slave . " Ros . O most gentle pulpiter ! ( 83 ) —what tedious homily of love have you wearied your parishioners withal , and never cried , " Have patience , good people ! " Cel . How now ! back , friends : -shepherd ...
Strana 44
... lives merrily , because he feels no pain : the one lacking the burden of lean and wasteful learn- ing ; the other knowing no burden of heavy tedious penury : these Time ambles withal . Orl . Who doth he gallop withal ? Ros . With a ...
... lives merrily , because he feels no pain : the one lacking the burden of lean and wasteful learn- ing ; the other knowing no burden of heavy tedious penury : these Time ambles withal . Orl . Who doth he gallop withal ? Ros . With a ...
Strana 46
... live in a nook merely monastic . And thus I cured him ; and this way will I take upon me to wash your liver as clean as a sound sheep's heart , that there shall not be one spot of love in't . Orl . I would not be cured , youth . Ros . I ...
... live in a nook merely monastic . And thus I cured him ; and this way will I take upon me to wash your liver as clean as a sound sheep's heart , that there shall not be one spot of love in't . Orl . I would not be cured , youth . Ros . I ...
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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...