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 14
... Bear him away . [ Charles is borne out . What is thy name , young man ? Orl . Orlando , my liege ; the youngest son of Sir Roland de Bois . Duke F. I would thou hadst been son to some man else : The world esteem'd thy father honourable ...
... Bear him away . [ Charles is borne out . What is thy name , young man ? Orl . Orlando , my liege ; the youngest son of Sir Roland de Bois . Duke F. I would thou hadst been son to some man else : The world esteem'd thy father honourable ...
Pagina 17
... bear with me : If with myself I hold intelligence , Or have acquaintance with mine own desires ; If that I do not dream , or be not frantic , As I do trust I am not , -then , dear uncle , Never so much as in a thought unborn Did I ...
... bear with me : If with myself I hold intelligence , Or have acquaintance with mine own desires ; If that I do not dream , or be not frantic , As I do trust I am not , -then , dear uncle , Never so much as in a thought unborn Did I ...
Pagina 19
... bear with us : And do not seek to take the charge upon you , ' To bear your griefs yourself , and leave me out ; For , by this heaven , now at our sorrows pale , Say what thou canst , I'll go along with thee . Ros . Why , whither shall ...
... bear with us : And do not seek to take the charge upon you , ' To bear your griefs yourself , and leave me out ; For , by this heaven , now at our sorrows pale , Say what thou canst , I'll go along with thee . Ros . Why , whither shall ...
Pagina 23
... bears it ! Orl . ( 47 ) Why , what's the matter ? Adam . O unhappy youth , Come not within these doors ! within this roof ( 48 ) The enemy of all your graces lives : Your brother- ( no , no brother ; yet the son- Yet not the son - I ...
... bears it ! Orl . ( 47 ) Why , what's the matter ? Adam . O unhappy youth , Come not within these doors ! within this roof ( 48 ) The enemy of all your graces lives : Your brother- ( no , no brother ; yet the son- Yet not the son - I ...
Pagina 25
... bear with you than bear you yet I should bear no cross , if I did bear you ; for I think you have no money in your purse . Ros . Well , this is the forest of Arden . Touch . Ay , now am I in Arden ; the more fool I ; when I was at home ...
... bear with you than bear you yet I should bear no cross , if I did bear you ; for I think you have no money in your purse . Ros . Well , this is the forest of Arden . Touch . Ay , now am I in Arden ; the more fool I ; when I was at home ...
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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...