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 18
... mine honour , And in the greatness of my word , you die . [ Exeunt Duke Frederick and Lords . Cel . O my poor Rosalind ! whither wilt thou go ? Wilt thou change fathers ? I will give thee mine 18 [ ACT I. AS YOU LIKE IT .
... mine honour , And in the greatness of my word , you die . [ Exeunt Duke Frederick and Lords . Cel . O my poor Rosalind ! whither wilt thou go ? Wilt thou change fathers ? I will give thee mine 18 [ ACT I. AS YOU LIKE IT .
Strana 19
... poor and mean attire , And with a kind of umber smirch my face ; The like do you : so shall we pass along , And never stir assailants . Ros . Were't not better , Because that I am more than common tall , That I did suit me all points ...
... poor and mean attire , And with a kind of umber smirch my face ; The like do you : so shall we pass along , And never stir assailants . Ros . Were't not better , Because that I am more than common tall , That I did suit me all points ...
Strana 21
... poor dappled fools , Being native burghers of this desert city , Should , in their own confines , with forked heads Have their round haunches gor'd . First Lord . Indeed , my lord , The melancholy Jaques grieves at that ; And , in that ...
... poor dappled fools , Being native burghers of this desert city , Should , in their own confines , with forked heads Have their round haunches gor'd . First Lord . Indeed , my lord , The melancholy Jaques grieves at that ; And , in that ...
Strana 22
... poor and broken bankrupt there ? " Thus most invectively he pierceth through The body of the ( 42 ) country , city , court , Yea , and of this our life : swearing that we Are mere usurpers , tyrants , and what's worse , To fright the ...
... poor and broken bankrupt there ? " Thus most invectively he pierceth through The body of the ( 42 ) country , city , court , Yea , and of this our life : swearing that we Are mere usurpers , tyrants , and what's worse , To fright the ...
Strana 24
... poor old man , thou prun'st a rotten tree , That cannot so much as a blossom yield In lieu of all thy pains and husbandry . But come thy ways ; we'll go along together ; And ere we have thy youthful wages spent , We'll light upon some ...
... poor old man , thou prun'st a rotten tree , That cannot so much as a blossom yield In lieu of all thy pains and husbandry . But come thy ways ; we'll go along together ; And ere we have thy youthful wages spent , We'll light upon some ...
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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...