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 11
... thou art . Touch . By my knavery , if I had it , then I were ; but if yo swear by that that is not , you are not forsworn : no mecal ' was this knight , swearing by his honour , for he never had any ; or if he had , he had sworn it away ...
... thou art . Touch . By my knavery , if I had it , then I were ; but if yo swear by that that is not , you are not forsworn : no mecal ' was this knight , swearing by his honour , for he never had any ; or if he had , he had sworn it away ...
Pagina 14
... thy father honourable , But I did find him still mine enemy : Thou shouldst have better pleas'd me with this deed , Hadst thou descended from another house . But fare thee well ; thou art a gallant youth : I would thou hadst told me of ...
... thy father honourable , But I did find him still mine enemy : Thou shouldst have better pleas'd me with this deed , Hadst thou descended from another house . But fare thee well ; thou art a gallant youth : I would thou hadst told me of ...
Pagina 15
... thou art overthrown ! Or Charles or something weaker masters thee . Re - enter LE BEAU . Le Beau . Good sir , I do in friendship counsel you To leave this place . Albeit you have deserv'd High commendation , true applause , and love ...
... thou art overthrown ! Or Charles or something weaker masters thee . Re - enter LE BEAU . Le Beau . Good sir , I do in friendship counsel you To leave this place . Albeit you have deserv'd High commendation , true applause , and love ...
Pagina 18
... Thou art a fool : she robs thee of thy name ; And thou wilt show more bright and seem more virtuous When she is gone . Then open not thy lips : Firm and irrevocable is my doom Which I have pass'd upon her ; -she is banish'd . Cel ...
... Thou art a fool : she robs thee of thy name ; And thou wilt show more bright and seem more virtuous When she is gone . Then open not thy lips : Firm and irrevocable is my doom Which I have pass'd upon her ; -she is banish'd . Cel ...
Pagina 19
William Shakespeare Alexander Dyce. Wilt thou change fathers ? I will give thee mine . I charge thee , be not thou ... art a man ? Ros . I'll have no worse a name than Jove's own page ; And therefore look you call me Ganymede . But what will ...
William Shakespeare Alexander Dyce. Wilt thou change fathers ? I will give thee mine . I charge thee , be not thou ... art a man ? Ros . I'll have no worse a name than Jove's own page ; And therefore look you call me Ganymede . But what will ...
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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...