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 109
... wife May show her duty and make known her love ? " And then , with kind embracements , tempting kisses , And with declining head into his bosom , - Bid him shed tears , as being overjoy'd To see her noble lord restor❜d to health , Who ...
... wife May show her duty and make known her love ? " And then , with kind embracements , tempting kisses , And with declining head into his bosom , - Bid him shed tears , as being overjoy'd To see her noble lord restor❜d to health , Who ...
Strana 110
... wife of Wincot , if she know me not : if she say I am not fourteen pence on the score for sheer ale , score me up for the lyingest knave in Christendom . What ! I am not bestraught : here's- First Serv . O , this it is that makes your ...
... wife of Wincot , if she know me not : if she say I am not fourteen pence on the score for sheer ale , score me up for the lyingest knave in Christendom . What ! I am not bestraught : here's- First Serv . O , this it is that makes your ...
Strana 112
... wife ? Page . Here , noble lord : what is thy will with her ? Sly . Are you my wife , and will not call me husband ? My men should call me lord : I am your goodman . Page . My husband and my lord , my lord and husband ; I am your wife ...
... wife ? Page . Here , noble lord : what is thy will with her ? Sly . Are you my wife , and will not call me husband ? My men should call me lord : I am your goodman . Page . My husband and my lord , my lord and husband ; I am your wife ...
Strana 113
... wife , ( 18 ) they say that I have dream'd , And slept about ( 19 ) some fifteen year or more . Page . Ay , and the time seems thirty unto me , Being all this time abandon'd from your bed . Sly . ' Tis much . - Servants , leave me and ...
... wife , ( 18 ) they say that I have dream'd , And slept about ( 19 ) some fifteen year or more . Page . Ay , and the time seems thirty unto me , Being all this time abandon'd from your bed . Sly . ' Tis much . - Servants , leave me and ...
Strana 115
... wife ? Kath . [ to Bap . ] I pray you , sir , is it your will ( 27 ) To make a stale of me amongst these mates ? Hor . Mates , maid ! how mean you that ? no mates for you , Unless you were of gentler , milder mood . ( 28 ) Kath . I ...
... wife ? Kath . [ to Bap . ] I pray you , sir , is it your will ( 27 ) To make a stale of me amongst these mates ? Hor . Mates , maid ! how mean you that ? no mates for you , Unless you were of gentler , milder mood . ( 28 ) Kath . I ...
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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...