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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William Shakespeare Alexander Dyce. Touch . Your betters , sir . Cor . Else are they very wretched . Ros . Peace , I say . - Good even to you , ( 57 ) friend . Cor . And to you , gentle sir , and to you all . Ros . I prithee , shepherd ...
William Shakespeare Alexander Dyce. Touch . Your betters , sir . Cor . Else are they very wretched . Ros . Peace , I say . - Good even to you , ( 57 ) friend . Cor . And to you , gentle sir , and to you all . Ros . I prithee , shepherd ...
Pagina 32
... touch'd my vein at first : the thorny point Of bare distress hath ta'en from me the show Of smooth civility : yet am I inland bred , And know some nurture . But forbear , I say : He dies that touches any of this fruit Till I and my ...
... touch'd my vein at first : the thorny point Of bare distress hath ta'en from me the show Of smooth civility : yet am I inland bred , And know some nurture . But forbear , I say : He dies that touches any of this fruit Till I and my ...
Pagina 33
... touch a bit . Duke S. Go find him out , And we will nothing waste till you return . Orl . I thank ye ; and be bless'd for your good comfort ! Duke S. Thou seest we are not all alone unhappy : This wide and universal theatre VOL . III ...
... touch a bit . Duke S. Go find him out , And we will nothing waste till you return . Orl . I thank ye ; and be bless'd for your good comfort ! Duke S. Thou seest we are not all alone unhappy : This wide and universal theatre VOL . III ...
Pagina 36
... Touch- stone ? Touch . Truly , shepherd , in respect of itself , it is a good life ; but in respect that it is a shepherd's life , it is naught . In respect that it is solitary , I like it very well ; but in respect that it is private ...
... Touch- stone ? Touch . Truly , shepherd , in respect of itself , it is a good life ; but in respect that it is a shepherd's life , it is naught . In respect that it is solitary , I like it very well ; but in respect that it is private ...
Pagina 37
... Touch . Such a one is a natural philosopher . Wast ever in court , shepherd ? ยท Cor . No , truly . Touch . Then thou art damned . Cor . Nay , I hope , - Touch . Truly , thou art damned ; like an ill - roasted egg , all on one side . Cor ...
... Touch . Such a one is a natural philosopher . Wast ever in court , shepherd ? ยท Cor . No , truly . Touch . Then thou art damned . Cor . Nay , I hope , - Touch . Truly , thou art damned ; like an ill - roasted egg , all on one side . Cor ...
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Pagina 352 - O fellow, come, the song we had last night: โ 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.โ
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...โ