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 5
... nature gave me his counte- nance seems to take from me : he lets me feed with his hinds , bars me the place of a brother , and , as much as in him lies , mines my gentility with my education . This is it , Adam , that grieves me ; and ...
... nature gave me his counte- nance seems to take from me : he lets me feed with his hinds , bars me the place of a brother , and , as much as in him lies , mines my gentility with my education . This is it , Adam , that grieves me ; and ...
Pagina 8
... natural brother : therefore use thy discretion ; I had as lief thou didst break his neck as his finger . And thou wert best look to't ; for if thou dost him any slight disgrace , or if he do not mightily grace himself on thee , he will ...
... natural brother : therefore use thy discretion ; I had as lief thou didst break his neck as his finger . And thou wert best look to't ; for if thou dost him any slight disgrace , or if he do not mightily grace himself on thee , he will ...
Pagina 10
... Nature , when Fortune makes Nature's natural the cutter - off of Nature's wit . Cel . Peradventure this is not Fortune's work neither , but Nature's ; who , perceiving ( 13 ) our natural wits too dull to reason of such goddesses , hath ...
... Nature , when Fortune makes Nature's natural the cutter - off of Nature's wit . Cel . Peradventure this is not Fortune's work neither , but Nature's ; who , perceiving ( 13 ) our natural wits too dull to reason of such goddesses , hath ...
Pagina 16
... natural bond of sisters . But I can tell you , that of late this duke Hath ta'en displeasure ' gainst his gentle niece , Grounded upon no other argument But that the people praise her for her virtues , And pity her for her good father's ...
... natural bond of sisters . But I can tell you , that of late this duke Hath ta'en displeasure ' gainst his gentle niece , Grounded upon no other argument But that the people praise her for her virtues , And pity her for her good father's ...
Pagina 26
... nature , so is all nature in love mortal in folly . Ros . Thou speakest wiser than thou art ware of . Touch . Nay , I shall ne'er be ware of mine own wit till I break my shins against it . Ros . Jove , Jove ! * this shepherd's passion ...
... nature , so is all nature in love mortal in folly . Ros . Thou speakest wiser than thou art ware of . Touch . Nay , I shall ne'er be ware of mine own wit till I break my shins against it . Ros . Jove , Jove ! * this shepherd's passion ...
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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...