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 26
... Jove , Jove ! & c . ] Perhaps this couplet , and the words " it grows some- thing stale with me , " in the next speech , are quoted from some ballad or poem . Touch . Your betters , sir . Cor . Else 26 [ ACT II . AS YOU LIKE IT .
... Jove , Jove ! & c . ] Perhaps this couplet , and the words " it grows some- thing stale with me , " in the next speech , are quoted from some ballad or poem . Touch . Your betters , sir . Cor . Else 26 [ ACT II . AS YOU LIKE IT .
Strana 27
... thing . Ros . I pray thee , if it stand with honesty , Buy thou the cottage , pasture , and the flock , And thou shalt have to pay for it of us . Cel . And we will mend thy wages . I like this place , And willingly could waste my time ...
... thing . Ros . I pray thee , if it stand with honesty , Buy thou the cottage , pasture , and the flock , And thou shalt have to pay for it of us . Cel . And we will mend thy wages . I like this place , And willingly could waste my time ...
Strana 28
... thing . Will you sing ? Ami . More at your request than to please myself . Jaq . Well , then , if ever I thank any man , I'll thank you : but that they call compliment is like the encounter of two dog - apes ; and when a man thanks me ...
... thing . Will you sing ? Ami . More at your request than to please myself . Jaq . Well , then , if ever I thank any man , I'll thank you : but that they call compliment is like the encounter of two dog - apes ; and when a man thanks me ...
Strana 29
... 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 comfortable SCENE VI . ] 29 AS YOU LIKE IT .
... 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 comfortable SCENE VI . ] 29 AS YOU LIKE IT .
Strana 30
... 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 beast ...
... 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 beast ...
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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...