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 24
... never did apply Hot and rebellious liquors in ( 49 ) my blood ; Nor did not with unbashful forehead woo The means of weakness and debility ; Therefore my age is as a lusty winter , Frosty , but kindly : let me go with you ; I'll do the ...
... never did apply Hot and rebellious liquors in ( 49 ) my blood ; Nor did not with unbashful forehead woo The means of weakness and debility ; Therefore my age is as a lusty winter , Frosty , but kindly : let me go with you ; I'll do the ...
Strana 36
... never lov'd my brother in my life . Duke F. More villain thou . - Well , push him out of doors ; And let my officers of such a nature Make an extent upon his house and lands : Do this expediently , and turn him going . [ Exeunt . SCENE ...
... never lov'd my brother in my life . Duke F. More villain thou . - Well , push him out of doors ; And let my officers of such a nature Make an extent upon his house and lands : Do this expediently , and turn him going . [ Exeunt . SCENE ...
Strana 37
... never wast at court , thou never sawest good manners ; if thou never sawest good manners , then thy manners must be wicked ; and wickedness is sin , and sin is damnation . Thou art in a parlous state , shepherd . Cor . Not a whit ...
... never wast at court , thou never sawest good manners ; if thou never sawest good manners , then thy manners must be wicked ; and wickedness is sin , and sin is damnation . Thou art in a parlous state , shepherd . Cor . Not a whit ...
Strana 40
... never cried , " Have patience , good people ! " Cel . How now ! back , friends : -shepherd , go off a little : -go with him , sirrah . Touch . Come , shepherd , let us make an honourable re- treat ; though not with bag and baggage , yet ...
... never cried , " Have patience , good people ! " Cel . How now ! back , friends : -shepherd , go off a little : -go with him , sirrah . Touch . Come , shepherd , let us make an honourable re- treat ; though not with bag and baggage , yet ...
Strana 49
... Never talk to me ; I will weep . Cel . Do , I prithee ; but yet have the grace to consider that tears do not become a man . Ros . But have I not cause to weep ? Cel . As good cause as one would desire ; therefore weep . Ros . His very ...
... Never talk to me ; I will weep . Cel . Do , I prithee ; but yet have the grace to consider that tears do not become a man . Ros . But have I not cause to weep ? Cel . As good cause as one would desire ; therefore weep . Ros . His very ...
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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...