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Pagina 8
Charles , I thank thee for thy love to me , which thou shalt find I will most kindly requite . I had myself notice of my brother's purpose herein , and have by underhand means laboured to dissuade him from it ; but he is resolute .
Charles , I thank thee for thy love to me , which thou shalt find I will most kindly requite . I had myself notice of my brother's purpose herein , and have by underhand means laboured to dissuade him from it ; but he is resolute .
Pagina 9
mize him to thee as he is , I must blush and weep , and thou must look pale and wonder . Cha . I am heartily glad I came hither to you . If he come to - morrow , I'll give him his payment : if ever he go alone again , I'll never wrestle ...
mize him to thee as he is , I must blush and weep , and thou must look pale and wonder . Cha . I am heartily glad I came hither to you . If he come to - morrow , I'll give him his payment : if ever he go alone again , I'll never wrestle ...
Pagina 18
Duke F. Thus do all traitors : If their purgation did consist in words , They are as innocent as grace itself :Let it suffice thee , that I trust thee not . Ros . Yet your mistrust cannot make me a traitor : Tell me whereon the ...
Duke F. Thus do all traitors : If their purgation did consist in words , They are as innocent as grace itself :Let it suffice thee , that I trust thee not . Ros . Yet your mistrust cannot make me a traitor : Tell me whereon the ...
Pagina 19
I will give thee mine . I charge thee , be not thou more griev'd than I am . Ros . I have more cause . Cel . Thou hast not , cousin ; Prithee , be cheerful : know'st thou not , the duke Hath banish'd me , his daughter ? Ros .
I will give thee mine . I charge thee , be not thou more griev'd than I am . Ros . I have more cause . Cel . Thou hast not , cousin ; Prithee , be cheerful : know'st thou not , the duke Hath banish'd me , his daughter ? Ros .
Pagina 24
( 59 ) Thou art not for the fashion of these times , Where none will sweat but for promotion ; And having that , do choke their service up Even with the having : ' tis not so with thee . But , poor old man , thou prun'st a rotten tree ...
( 59 ) Thou art not for the fashion of these times , Where none will sweat but for promotion ; And having that , do choke their service up Even with the having : ' tis not so with thee . But , poor old man , thou prun'st a rotten tree ...
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altered Attendants bear believe better bring brother Collier's comes Corrector Count court daughter dear doth Duke Enter Exam Exeunt Exit eyes fair faith father fear folio follow fool fortune give hand Hanmer hast hath hear heart heaven hold honour hope I'll Kath keep King lady leave Leon live look lord madam marry master mean mistress nature never night observes passage perhaps play poor pray present printed reason Rosalind SCENE second folio seems servant Shakespeare sing speak speech stand stay sure sweet tell thank thee thing thou thou art thought Touch true W. N. Lettsom Walker Crit wife young youth
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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...