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 36
... bring him dead or living Within this twelvemonth , or turn thou no more To seek a living in our territory . Thy lands , and all things that thou dost call thine Worth seizure , do we seize into our hands , Till thou canst quit thee by ...
... bring him dead or living Within this twelvemonth , or turn thou no more To seek a living in our territory . Thy lands , and all things that thou dost call thine Worth seizure , do we seize into our hands , Till thou canst quit thee by ...
Pagina 38
... bring the ewes and the rams together , and to offer to get your living by the copulation of cattle ; to be bawd to a bell - wether ; and to betray a she - lamb of a twelvemonth to a crooked- pated , old , cuckoldly ram , out of all ...
... bring the ewes and the rams together , and to offer to get your living by the copulation of cattle ; to be bawd to a bell - wether ; and to betray a she - lamb of a twelvemonth to a crooked- pated , old , cuckoldly ram , out of all ...
Pagina 42
... bring me out . - Soft ! comes he not here ? Ros . " Tis he slink by , and note him . [ Celia and Rosalind retire . Enter ORLANDO and JAQUES . Jaq . I thank you for your company ; but , good faith , I had as lief have been myself alone ...
... bring me out . - Soft ! comes he not here ? Ros . " Tis he slink by , and note him . [ Celia and Rosalind retire . Enter ORLANDO and JAQUES . Jaq . I thank you for your company ; but , good faith , I had as lief have been myself alone ...
Pagina 50
... The sight of lovers feedeth those in love.— Bring us to see this sight , ( 100 ) and you shall say I'll prove a busy actor in their play . [ Exeunt . SCENE V. Another part of the forest . Enter SILVIUS 50 [ ACT III . 50 AS YOU LIKE IT .
... The sight of lovers feedeth those in love.— Bring us to see this sight , ( 100 ) and you shall say I'll prove a busy actor in their play . [ Exeunt . SCENE V. Another part of the forest . Enter SILVIUS 50 [ ACT III . 50 AS YOU LIKE IT .
Pagina 62
... brings this love to thee Little knows this love in me : ( 128 ) And by him seal up thy mind ; Whether that thy youth and kind Will the faithful offer take Of me , and all that I can make ; Or else by him my love deny , And then I'll ...
... brings this love to thee Little knows this love in me : ( 128 ) And by him seal up thy mind ; Whether that thy youth and kind Will the faithful offer take Of me , and all that I can make ; Or else by him my love deny , And then I'll ...
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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...