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 24
... youth I never did apply Hot and rebellious liquors in ( 49 ) my blood ; Nor did not with unbashful forehead woo The means of weakness and debility ; Therefore my age is as a lusty winter , Frosty , but kindly : let me go with you ; I'll ...
... youth I never did apply Hot and rebellious liquors in ( 49 ) my blood ; Nor did not with unbashful forehead woo The means of weakness and debility ; Therefore my age is as a lusty winter , Frosty , but kindly : let me go with you ; I'll ...
Strana 25
... youth thou wast as true a lover As ever sigh'd upon a midnight pillow : But if thy love were ever like to mine , - As sure I think did never man love so , - How many actions most ridiculous Hast thou been drawn to SCENE IV . ] 25 AS YOU ...
... youth thou wast as true a lover As ever sigh'd upon a midnight pillow : But if thy love were ever like to mine , - As sure I think did never man love so , - How many actions most ridiculous Hast thou been drawn to SCENE IV . ] 25 AS YOU ...
Strana 44
... youth ? Ros . With this shepherdess , my sister ; here in the skirts of the forest , like fringe upon a petticoat . Orl . Are you native of this place ? Ros . As the cony , that you see dwell where she is kin- dled . Orl . Your accent ...
... youth ? Ros . With this shepherdess , my sister ; here in the skirts of the forest , like fringe upon a petticoat . Orl . Are you native of this place ? Ros . As the cony , that you see dwell where she is kin- dled . Orl . Your accent ...
Strana 45
... youth , I would I could make thee believe I love . Ros . Me believe it ! you may as soon make her that you love believe it ; which , I warrant , she is apter to do than to confess she does : that is one of the points in the which women ...
... youth , I would I could make thee believe I love . Ros . Me believe it ! you may as soon make her that you love believe it ; which , I warrant , she is apter to do than to confess she does : that is one of the points in the which women ...
Strana 46
... youth , grieve , be effeminate , changeable , longing , and liking ; proud , fantasti- cal , apish , shallow , inconstant , full of tears , full of smiles ; for every passion something , and for no passion truly any thing , as boys and ...
... youth , grieve , be effeminate , changeable , longing , and liking ; proud , fantasti- cal , apish , shallow , inconstant , full of tears , full of smiles ; for every passion something , and for no passion truly any thing , as boys and ...
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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...