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 tale |
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Pagina 10
Touch . Mistress , you must come away to your father . Cel . Were you made the messenger ? Touch . No , by mine honour ; but I was bid to come for you . Ros . Where learned you that oath , fool ? Touch . Of a certain knight that swore ...
Touch . Mistress , you must come away to your father . Cel . Were you made the messenger ? Touch . No , by mine honour ; but I was bid to come for you . Ros . Where learned you that oath , fool ? Touch . Of a certain knight that swore ...
Pagina 11
Touch . Stand you both forth now : stroke your chins , and swear by your beards that I am a knave . Cel . By our beards , if we had them , thou art . Touch . By my knavery , if I had it , then I were ; but if you . swear by that that is ...
Touch . Stand you both forth now : stroke your chins , and swear by your beards that I am a knave . Cel . By our beards , if we had them , thou art . Touch . By my knavery , if I had it , then I were ; but if you . swear by that that is ...
Pagina 12
Touch . But what is the sport , monsieur , that the ladies have lost ? Le Beau . Why , this that I speak of . Touch . Thus men may grow wiser every day ! it is the first time that ever I heard breaking of ribs was sport for ladies .
Touch . But what is the sport , monsieur , that the ladies have lost ? Le Beau . Why , this that I speak of . Touch . Thus men may grow wiser every day ! it is the first time that ever I heard breaking of ribs was sport for ladies .
Pagina 25
Touch . I care not for my spirits , if my legs were not weary . Ros . I could find in my heart to disgrace my man's apparel , and to cry like a woman ; ( 52 ) but I must comfort the weaker vessel , as doublet and hose ought to show ...
Touch . I care not for my spirits , if my legs were not weary . Ros . I could find in my heart to disgrace my man's apparel , and to cry like a woman ; ( 52 ) but I must comfort the weaker vessel , as doublet and hose ought to show ...
Pagina 26
Touch . And I mine . I remember , when I was in love I broke my sword upon a stone , and bid him take that for coming a - night to Jane Smile : and I remember the kissing of her batlet , ( 56 ) and the cow's dugs that her pretty chapped ...
Touch . And I mine . I remember , when I was in love I broke my sword upon a stone , and bid him take that for coming a - night to Jane Smile : and I remember the kissing of her batlet , ( 56 ) and the cow's dugs that her pretty chapped ...
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Populaire passages
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...
Bibliografische gegevens
| Titel | 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 tale Volume 3 van The Works of William Shakespeare, William Shakespeare |
| Auteur | William Shakespeare |
| Redacteur | Alexander Dyce |
| Editie | 2 |
| Uitgever | Chapman and Hall, 1866 |
| Oorspronkelijk uit | Harvard University |
| Gedigitaliseerd | 6 feb 2008 |
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