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 208
... Count . His sole child , my lord ; and bequeathed to my overlooking . I have those hopes of her good that her edu- cation promises her dispositions ( 4 ) she inherits , which makes fair gifts fairer ; for where an unclean mind carries ...
... Count . His sole child , my lord ; and bequeathed to my overlooking . I have those hopes of her good that her edu- cation promises her dispositions ( 4 ) she inherits , which makes fair gifts fairer ; for where an unclean mind carries ...
Pagina 209
... Count . Heaven bless him ! -Farewell , Bertram . [ Exit . Ber . [ to Helena ] The best wishes that can be forged in your thoughts be servants to you ! Be comfortable to my mother , your mistress , and make much of her . Laf . Farewell ...
... Count . Heaven bless him ! -Farewell , Bertram . [ Exit . Ber . [ to Helena ] The best wishes that can be forged in your thoughts be servants to you ! Be comfortable to my mother , your mistress , and make much of her . Laf . Farewell ...
Pagina 213
... Count Rousillon , my good lord , Young Bertram . King . Youth , thou bear'st thy father's face ; Frank nature , rather curious than in haste , Hath well compos'd thee . Thy father's moral parts Mayst thou inherit too ! Welcome to Paris ...
... Count Rousillon , my good lord , Young Bertram . King . Youth , thou bear'st thy father's face ; Frank nature , rather curious than in haste , Hath well compos'd thee . Thy father's moral parts Mayst thou inherit too ! Welcome to Paris ...
Pagina 215
... count ; My son's no dearer . Ber . Thank your majesty . [ Exeunt . Flourish . SCENE III . Rousillon . A room in the house of the Countess . Enter Countess , Steward , and Clown . Count . I will now hear : what say you of this gentlewo ...
... count ; My son's no dearer . Ber . Thank your majesty . [ Exeunt . Flourish . SCENE III . Rousillon . A room in the house of the Countess . Enter Countess , Steward , and Clown . Count . I will now hear : what say you of this gentlewo ...
Pagina 216
... Count . Tell me thy reason why thou wilt marry . Clo . My poor body , madam , requires it : I am driven on by the flesh ; and he must needs go that the devil drives . Count . Is this all your worship's reason ? Clo . Faith , madam , I ...
... Count . Tell me thy reason why thou wilt marry . Clo . My poor body , madam , requires it : I am driven on by the flesh ; and he must needs go that the devil drives . Count . Is this all your worship's reason ? Clo . Faith , madam , I ...
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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...