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 tale |
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Pagina 420
Leon . Stay your thanks awhile , And pay them when you part . Pol . Sir , that's to - morrow . l'm question'd by my fears , of what may chance Or breed upon our absence : that may blow No sneaping winds at home , to make us say , “ This ...
Leon . Stay your thanks awhile , And pay them when you part . Pol . Sir , that's to - morrow . l'm question'd by my fears , of what may chance Or breed upon our absence : that may blow No sneaping winds at home , to make us say , “ This ...
Pagina 421
Leon . We are tougher , brother , Than you can put us to't . Pol . No longer stay . Leon . One seven - night longer . Pol . Very sooth , to - morrow . Leon . We'll part the time between's , then : and in that I'll no gainsaying . Pol .
Leon . We are tougher , brother , Than you can put us to't . Pol . No longer stay . Leon . One seven - night longer . Pol . Very sooth , to - morrow . Leon . We'll part the time between's , then : and in that I'll no gainsaying . Pol .
Pagina 423
Leon . Is he won yet ? Fler . He'll stay , my lord . . Leon . At my request he would not . Hermione , my dear'st , thou never spok'st To better purpose . Her . Never ? Leon . Never , but once . Her . What ! have I twice said well ? when ...
Leon . Is he won yet ? Fler . He'll stay , my lord . . Leon . At my request he would not . Hermione , my dear'st , thou never spok'st To better purpose . Her . Never ? Leon . Never , but once . Her . What ! have I twice said well ? when ...
Pagina 424
Leon . I ' fecks ! Why , that's my bawcock . What , hast smutch'd thy nose ?They say , it's a copy out of mine . Come , captain , We must be neat ; —not neat , but cleanly , captain : And yet the steer , the heifer , and the calf ...
Leon . I ' fecks ! Why , that's my bawcock . What , hast smutch'd thy nose ?They say , it's a copy out of mine . Come , captain , We must be neat ; —not neat , but cleanly , captain : And yet the steer , the heifer , and the calf ...
Pagina 425
Leon . No , in good earnest .— ( 16 ) How sometimes nature will betray its folly , Its tenderness , and make itself a pastime To harder bosoms ! —Looking on the lines Of my boy's face , methought I did recoil ( 17 ) Twenty - three years ...
Leon . No , in good earnest .— ( 16 ) How sometimes nature will betray its folly , Its tenderness , and make itself a pastime To harder bosoms ! —Looking on the lines Of my boy's face , methought I did recoil ( 17 ) Twenty - three years ...
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Pagina 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.
Pagina 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...
Bibliografische gegevens
| Titel | 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 tale Volume 3 van The Works of William Shakespeare, William Shakespeare |
| Auteur | William Shakespeare |
| Redacteur | Alexander Dyce |
| Editie | 2 |
| Uitgever | Chapman and Hall, 1866 |
| Oorspronkelijk uit | Harvard University |
| Gedigitaliseerd | 6 feb 2008 |
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