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 14
... young gallant that is so desirous to lie with his mother earth ? Orl . Ready , sir ; but his will hath in it a more ... young man ! Cel . I would I were invisible , to catch the strong fellow by the leg . [ Charles and Orlando wrestle ...
... young gallant that is so desirous to lie with his mother earth ? Orl . Ready , sir ; but his will hath in it a more ... young man ! Cel . I would I were invisible , to catch the strong fellow by the leg . [ Charles and Orlando wrestle ...
Strana 18
... young that time to value her ; But now I know her : if she be a traitor , Why , so am I ; we still have slept together , Rose at an instant , learn'd , play'd , eat together ; And wheresoe'er we went , like Juno's swans , Still we went ...
... young that time to value her ; But now I know her : if she be a traitor , Why , so am I ; we still have slept together , Rose at an instant , learn'd , play'd , eat together ; And wheresoe'er we went , like Juno's swans , Still we went ...
Strana 23
... young master ? -O my gentle master ! O my 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 ...
... young master ? -O my gentle master ! O my 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 ...
Strana 27
... young maid with travel much oppress'd , And faints for succour . Cor . Fair sir , I pity her , And wish , for her sake more than for mine own , My fortunes were more able to relieve her ; But I am shepherd to another man , And do not ...
... young maid with travel much oppress'd , And faints for succour . Cor . Fair sir , I pity her , And wish , for her sake more than for mine own , My fortunes were more able to relieve her ; But I am shepherd to another man , And do not ...
Strana 31
... young and fair , They have the gift to know't : and in his brain , - Which is as dry as the remainder biscuit After a voyage , he hath strange places cramm'd With observation , the which he vents In mangled forms . - O , that I were a ...
... young and fair , They have the gift to know't : and in his brain , - Which is as dry as the remainder biscuit After a voyage , he hath strange places cramm'd With observation , the which he vents In mangled forms . - O , that I were 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...