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 30
... bear thee to some shelter ; and thou shalt not die for lack of a dinner , if there live any thing in this desert . Cheerly , good Adam ! [ Exeunt . SCENE VII . Another part of the forest ( the same as in Sc . v . ) . A table set out ...
... bear thee to some shelter ; and thou shalt not die for lack of a dinner , if there live any thing in this desert . Cheerly , good Adam ! [ Exeunt . SCENE VII . Another part of the forest ( the same as in Sc . v . ) . A table set out ...
Pagina 32
... bears The cost of princes on unworthy shoulders ? Who can come in , and say that I mean her , When such a one as she , such is her neighbour ? Or what is he of basest function , That says his bravery is not on my cost- Thinking that I ...
... bears The cost of princes on unworthy shoulders ? Who can come in , and say that I mean her , When such a one as she , such is her neighbour ? Or what is he of basest function , That says his bravery is not on my cost- Thinking that I ...
Pagina 38
... bears Rosalind . All the pictures fairest lin'd Are but black to Rosalind . Let no face be kept in mind But the face ( 77 ) of Rosalind . " Touch . I'll rhyme you so eight years together , dinners and suppers and sleeping - hours ...
... bears Rosalind . All the pictures fairest lin'd Are but black to Rosalind . Let no face be kept in mind But the face ( 77 ) of Rosalind . " Touch . I'll rhyme you so eight years together , dinners and suppers and sleeping - hours ...
Pagina 40
... bear . Cel . That's no matter : the feet might bear the verses . Ros . Ay , but the feet were lame , and could not bear themselves without the verse , and therefore stood lamely in the verse . Cel . But didst thou hear without wondering ...
... bear . Cel . That's no matter : the feet might bear the verses . Ros . Ay , but the feet were lame , and could not bear themselves without the verse , and therefore stood lamely in the verse . Cel . But didst thou hear without wondering ...
Pagina 52
... , I'll sauce her with bitter words.- Why look you so upon me ? Phe . For no ill will I bear you . Ros . I pray you , do not fall in love with me , For I am falser than vows made in wine : 52 [ ACT III . AS YOU LIKE IT .
... , I'll sauce her with bitter words.- Why look you so upon me ? Phe . For no ill will I bear you . Ros . I pray you , do not fall in love with me , For I am falser than vows made in wine : 52 [ ACT III . AS YOU LIKE IT .
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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...