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 17
... faith , hate him not , for my sake . Cel . Why should I ? doth he not deserve well ? ( 30 ) Ros . Let me love him for that ; and do you love him be- cause I do . - Look , here comes the duke . Cel . With his eyes full of anger . Enter ...
... faith , hate him not , for my sake . Cel . Why should I ? doth he not deserve well ? ( 30 ) Ros . Let me love him for that ; and do you love him be- cause I do . - Look , here comes the duke . Cel . With his eyes full of anger . Enter ...
Pagina 41
... faith , coz , ' tis he . Ros . Orlando ? Cel . Orlando . Ros . Alas the day ! what shall I do with my doublet and hose ? What did he when thou sawest him ? What said he ? How looked he ? Wherein went he ? What makes he here ? Did he ask ...
... faith , coz , ' tis he . Ros . Orlando ? Cel . Orlando . Ros . Alas the day ! what shall I do with my doublet and hose ? What did he when thou sawest him ? What said he ? How looked he ? Wherein went he ? What makes he here ? Did he ask ...
Pagina 42
... faith , I had as lief have been myself alone . Orl . And so had I ; but yet , for fashion sake , I thank you too for your society . Jaq . God b'wi ' you ! let's meet as little as we can . Orl . I do desire we may be better strangers ...
... faith , I had as lief have been myself alone . Orl . And so had I ; but yet , for fashion sake , I thank you too for your society . Jaq . God b'wi ' you ! let's meet as little as we can . Orl . I do desire we may be better strangers ...
Pagina 46
... faith of my love , I will : tell me where it is . Ros . Go with me to it , and I'll show it you : and , by the way , you shall tell me where in the forest you live . Will you go ? Orl . With all my heart , good youth . Ros . Nay , you ...
... faith of my love , I will : tell me where it is . Ros . Go with me to it , and I'll show it you : and , by the way , you shall tell me where in the forest you live . Will you go ? Orl . With all my heart , good youth . Ros . Nay , you ...
Pagina 49
... faith , his hair is of a good colour . Cel . An excellent colour : your chestnut was ever the only colour . Ros . And his kissing ( 96 ) is as full of sanctity as the touch of holy bread . Cel . He hath bought a pair of cast lips of ...
... faith , his hair is of a good colour . Cel . An excellent colour : your chestnut was ever the only colour . Ros . And his kissing ( 96 ) is as full of sanctity as the touch of holy bread . Cel . He hath bought a pair of cast lips of ...
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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...