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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... sweet master ! O you memory Of old Sir Roland ! why , what make you here ? Why are you virtuous ? why do people love you ? And wherefore are you gentle , strong , and valiant ? Why would you be so fond to overcome The bony ( 45 ) priser ...
... sweet master ! O you memory Of old Sir Roland ! why , what make you here ? Why are you virtuous ? why do people love you ? And wherefore are you gentle , strong , and valiant ? Why would you be so fond to overcome The bony ( 45 ) priser ...
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... sweet bird's throat , Come hither , come hither , come hither : Here shall he see No enemy But winter and rough weather . Jaq . More , more , I prithee , more . Ami . It will make you melancholy , Monsieur Jaques . Jaq . I thank it ...
... sweet bird's throat , Come hither , come hither , come hither : Here shall he see No enemy But winter and rough weather . Jaq . More , more , I prithee , more . Ami . It will make you melancholy , Monsieur Jaques . Jaq . I thank it ...
Strana 42
... Sweet , say on . Cel . You bring me out . - Soft ! comes he not here ? Ros . " Tis he slink by , and note him . [ Celia and Rosalind retire . Enter ORLANDO and JAQUES . Jaq . I thank you for your company ; but , good faith , I had as ...
... Sweet , say on . Cel . You bring me out . - Soft ! comes he not here ? Ros . " Tis he slink by , and note him . [ Celia and Rosalind retire . Enter ORLANDO and JAQUES . Jaq . I thank you for your company ; but , good faith , I had as ...
Strana 48
... for me hereafter to leave my wife . Jaq . Go thou with me , and let me counsel thee . Touch . Come , sweet Audrey : We must be married , or we must live in bawdry.— Farewell , good Master Oliver : -not , but , 48 LACT III . AS YOU LIKE IT .
... for me hereafter to leave my wife . Jaq . Go thou with me , and let me counsel thee . Touch . Come , sweet Audrey : We must be married , or we must live in bawdry.— Farewell , good Master Oliver : -not , but , 48 LACT III . AS YOU LIKE IT .
Strana 49
... sweet Oliver , * O brave Oliver , Leave me not behind thee ; - Wind away , Be gone , I say , I will not to wedding with thee . ( 95 ) [ Exeunt Jaques , Touchstone , and Audrey . Sir Oli . ' Tis no matter : ne'er a fantastical knave of ...
... sweet Oliver , * O brave Oliver , Leave me not behind thee ; - Wind away , Be gone , I say , I will not to wedding with thee . ( 95 ) [ Exeunt Jaques , Touchstone , and Audrey . Sir Oli . ' Tis no matter : ne'er a fantastical knave of ...
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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...