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Pagina 5
This is it , Adam , that grieves me ; and the spirit of my father , which I think is within me , begins to mutiny against this servitude : I will no longer endure it , though yet I know no wise remedy how to avoid it . Adam .
This is it , Adam , that grieves me ; and the spirit of my father , which I think is within me , begins to mutiny against this servitude : I will no longer endure it , though yet I know no wise remedy how to avoid it . Adam .
Pagina 6
Orl . I am no villain : I am the youngest son of Sir Roland de Bois ; he was my father ; and he is thrice a villain that says such a father begot villains . father begot villains . Wert thou not my brother , I would not take this hand ...
Orl . I am no villain : I am the youngest son of Sir Roland de Bois ; he was my father ; and he is thrice a villain that says such a father begot villains . father begot villains . Wert thou not my brother , I would not take this hand ...
Pagina 7
grows strong in me , and I will no longer endure it : therefore allow me such exercises as may become a gentleman , or give me the poor allottery my father left me by testament ; with that I will go buy my fortunes . Oli .
grows strong in me , and I will no longer endure it : therefore allow me such exercises as may become a gentleman , or give me the poor allottery my father left me by testament ; with that I will go buy my fortunes . Oli .
Pagina 9
Unless you could teach me to forget a banished father , you must not learn me how to remember any extraordinary pleasure . Cel . Herein I see thou lovest me not with the full weight that I love thee . If my uncle , thy banished father ...
Unless you could teach me to forget a banished father , you must not learn me how to remember any extraordinary pleasure . Cel . Herein I see thou lovest me not with the full weight that I love thee . If my uncle , thy banished father ...
Pagina 11
Cel . Prithee , who is't that thou meanest ? Touch . One that old Frederick , your father , loves . Cel . ( 15 ) My father's love is enough to honour him enough : speak no more of him ; you'll be whipped for taxation one of these days .
Cel . Prithee , who is't that thou meanest ? Touch . One that old Frederick , your father , loves . Cel . ( 15 ) My father's love is enough to honour him enough : speak no more of him ; you'll be whipped for taxation one of these days .
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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...