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 49
... Exit . SCENE IV . Another part of the forest . Before a cottage . Enter ROSALIND and CELIA . Ros . Never talk to me ; I will weep . Cel . Do , I prithee ; but yet have the grace to consider that tears do not become a man . Ros . But ...
... Exit . SCENE IV . Another part of the forest . Before a cottage . Enter ROSALIND and CELIA . Ros . Never talk to me ; I will weep . Cel . Do , I prithee ; but yet have the grace to consider that tears do not become a man . Ros . But ...
Pagina 56
... [ Exit Jaques . ] ( 114 ) Why , how now , Orlando ! where have you been all this while ? You a lover ! —An you serve me such another trick , never come in my sight more . Orl . My fair Rosalind , I come within an hour of my promise . Ros ...
... [ Exit Jaques . ] ( 114 ) Why , how now , Orlando ! where have you been all this while ? You a lover ! —An you serve me such another trick , never come in my sight more . Orl . My fair Rosalind , I come within an hour of my promise . Ros ...
Pagina 59
... Exit Orlando . Cel . You have simply misused our sex in your love - prate : we must have your doublet and hose plucked over your head , and show the world what the bird hath done to her own nest . Ros . O coz , coz , coz , my pretty ...
... Exit Orlando . Cel . You have simply misused our sex in your love - prate : we must have your doublet and hose plucked over your head , and show the world what the bird hath done to her own nest . Ros . O coz , coz , coz , my pretty ...
Pagina 62
... Exit Silvius . Oli . Good morrow , fair ones : pray you , if you know , Where in the purlieus of this forest stands A sheep - cote fenc'd about with olive - trees ? Cel . West of this place , down in the neighbour bottom : The rank of ...
... Exit Silvius . Oli . Good morrow , fair ones : pray you , if you know , Where in the purlieus of this forest stands A sheep - cote fenc'd about with olive - trees ? Cel . West of this place , down in the neighbour bottom : The rank of ...
Pagina 68
... Exit . Ros . O , my dear Orlando , how it grieves me to see thee wear thy heart in a scarf ! Orl . It is my arm . Ros . I thought thy heart had been wounded with the claws of a lion . Orl . Wounded it is , but with the eyes of a lady ...
... Exit . Ros . O , my dear Orlando , how it grieves me to see thee wear thy heart in a scarf ! Orl . It is my arm . Ros . I thought thy heart had been wounded with the claws of a lion . Orl . Wounded it is , but with the eyes of a lady ...
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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...