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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Pagina 4
... ROSALIND , daughter to the banished Duke . CELIA , daughter to Frederick . PHEBE , a shepherdess . AUDREY , a country wench . Lords , pages , and attendants , & c . SCENE - First ( and in act ii . sc . 3 ) , near Oliver's house ...
... ROSALIND , daughter to the banished Duke . CELIA , daughter to Frederick . PHEBE , a shepherdess . AUDREY , a country wench . Lords , pages , and attendants , & c . SCENE - First ( and in act ii . sc . 3 ) , near Oliver's house ...
Pagina 7
... enrich the new duke ; therefore he gives them good leave to wander . Oli . Can you tell if Rosalind , the duke's daughter , ( 7 ) be banished with her father ? Cha . O , no ; for the duke's daughter SCENE 1. ] 7 AS YOU LIKE IT .
... enrich the new duke ; therefore he gives them good leave to wander . Oli . Can you tell if Rosalind , the duke's daughter , ( 7 ) be banished with her father ? Cha . O , no ; for the duke's daughter SCENE 1. ] 7 AS YOU LIKE IT .
Pagina 9
... ROSALIND and CELIA . [ Exit . Cel . I pray thee , Rosalind , sweet my coz , be merry . Ros . Dear Celia , I show more mirth than I am mistress of ; and would you yet I ( 10 ) were merrier ? Unless you could teach me to forget a banished ...
... ROSALIND and CELIA . [ Exit . Cel . I pray thee , Rosalind , sweet my coz , be merry . Ros . Dear Celia , I show more mirth than I am mistress of ; and would you yet I ( 10 ) were merrier ? Unless you could teach me to forget a banished ...
Pagina 15
... Rosalind and Celia . Ros . Have with you . - Fare you well . Orl . What passion hangs these weights upon my tongue ? I cannot speak to her , yet she urg'd conference . O poor Orlando , thou art overthrown ! Or Charles or something ...
... Rosalind and Celia . Ros . Have with you . - Fare you well . Orl . What passion hangs these weights upon my tongue ? I cannot speak to her , yet she urg'd conference . O poor Orlando , thou art overthrown ! Or Charles or something ...
Pagina 16
... ROSALIND . Cel . Why , cousin ; why , Rosalind ; -Cupid have mercy ! -not a word ? Ros . Not one to throw at a dog . Cel . No , thy words are too precious to be cast away upon curs ; throw some of them at me ; come , lame me with ...
... ROSALIND . Cel . Why , cousin ; why , Rosalind ; -Cupid have mercy ! -not a word ? Ros . Not one to throw at a dog . Cel . No , thy words are too precious to be cast away upon curs ; throw some of them at me ; come , lame me with ...
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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...