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 41
... thank- ful : let me stay the growth of his beard , if thou delay me not the knowledge of his chin . Cel . It is young Orlando , that tripped up the wrestler's heels and your heart both in an instant . Ros . Nay , but the devil take ...
... thank- ful : let me stay the growth of his beard , if thou delay me not the knowledge of his chin . Cel . It is young Orlando , that tripped up the wrestler's heels and your heart both in an instant . Ros . Nay , but the devil take ...
Strana 42
... thank you for your company ; but , good faith , I had as lief have been myself alone . Orl . And so had I ; but yet , for fashion sake , I thank you too for your society . Jaq . God b'wi ' you ! let's meet as little as we can . Orl . I ...
... thank you for your company ; but , good faith , I had as lief have been myself alone . Orl . And so had I ; but yet , for fashion sake , I thank you too for your society . Jaq . God b'wi ' you ! let's meet as little as we can . Orl . I ...
Strana 44
... against it ; and I thank God I am not a woman , to be touched with so many giddy offences as he hath generally taxed their whole sex withal . Orl . Can remember any you laid to the charge 44 [ ACT III . AS YOU LIKE IT .
... against it ; and I thank God I am not a woman , to be touched with so many giddy offences as he hath generally taxed their whole sex withal . Orl . Can remember any you laid to the charge 44 [ ACT III . AS YOU LIKE IT .
Strana 47
... thank the gods I am foul . Touch . Well , praised be the gods for thy foulness ! slut- tishness may come hereafter . But be it as it may be , I will marry thee and to that end I have been with Sir Oliver Martext , the vicar of the next ...
... thank the gods I am foul . Touch . Well , praised be the gods for thy foulness ! slut- tishness may come hereafter . But be it as it may be , I will marry thee and to that end I have been with Sir Oliver Martext , the vicar of the next ...
Strana 52
... thank heaven , fasting , for a good man's love : For I must tell you friendly in your ear , — Sell when you can : you are not for all markets : Cry the man mercy ; love him ; take his offer : Foul is most foul , being foul to be a ...
... thank heaven , fasting , for a good man's love : For I must tell you friendly in your ear , — Sell when you can : you are not for all markets : Cry the man mercy ; love him ; take his offer : Foul is most foul , being foul to be a ...
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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...