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Pagina 10
Let us sit and mock the good housewife Fortune from her wheel , that her gifts may henceforth be bestowed equally . Ros . I would we could do so ; for her benefits are mightily misplaced ; and the bountiful blind woman doth most mistake ...
Let us sit and mock the good housewife Fortune from her wheel , that her gifts may henceforth be bestowed equally . Ros . I would we could do so ; for her benefits are mightily misplaced ; and the bountiful blind woman doth most mistake ...
Pagina 11
As wit and fortune will . Touch . Or as the Destinies decree . Cel . Well said : that was laid on with a trowel . Touch . Nay , if I keep not my rank ,Ros . Thou losest thy old smell . Le Beau . You amaze me , ladies : I would have told ...
As wit and fortune will . Touch . Or as the Destinies decree . Cel . Well said : that was laid on with a trowel . Touch . Nay , if I keep not my rank ,Ros . Thou losest thy old smell . Le Beau . You amaze me , ladies : I would have told ...
Pagina 15
Wear this for me , one out of suits with fortune , That would ( 25 ) give more , but that her hand lacks means.Shall we go , coz ? Cel . Ay . - Fare you well , fair gentleman . Orl . Can I not say , I thank you ?
Wear this for me , one out of suits with fortune , That would ( 25 ) give more , but that her hand lacks means.Shall we go , coz ? Cel . Ay . - Fare you well , fair gentleman . Orl . Can I not say , I thank you ?
Pagina 21
Happy is your grace , That can translate the stubbornness of fortune Into so quiet and so sweet a style . Duke S. Come , shall we go and kill us venison ? And yet it irks me , the poor dappled fools , , Being native burghers of this ...
Happy is your grace , That can translate the stubbornness of fortune Into so quiet and so sweet a style . Duke S. Come , shall we go and kill us venison ? And yet it irks me , the poor dappled fools , , Being native burghers of this ...
Pagina 25
At seventeen years many their fortunes seek ; But at fourscore it is too late a week : Yet fortune cannot recompense me better Than to die well , and not my master's debtor . [ Exeunt . SCENE IV . The Forest of Arden .
At seventeen years many their fortunes seek ; But at fourscore it is too late a week : Yet fortune cannot recompense me better Than to die well , and not my master's debtor . [ Exeunt . SCENE IV . The Forest of Arden .
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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...