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 17
... Come , come , wrestle with thy affections . Ros . O , they take the part of a better wrestler than my- self ! Cel ... comes the duke . Cel . With his eyes full of anger . Enter DUKE FREDERICK , with Lords . Duke F. Mistress , dispatch ...
... Come , come , wrestle with thy affections . Ros . O , they take the part of a better wrestler than my- self ! Cel ... comes the duke . Cel . With his eyes full of anger . Enter DUKE FREDERICK , with Lords . Duke F. Mistress , dispatch ...
Pagina 28
... Come hither , come hither , come hither : Here shall he see No enemy But winter and rough weather . Jaq . More , more , I prithee , more . Ami . It will make you melancholy , Monsieur Jaques . Jaq . I thank it . More , I prithee , more ...
... Come hither , come hither , come hither : Here shall he see No enemy But winter and rough weather . Jaq . More , more , I prithee , more . Ami . It will make you melancholy , Monsieur Jaques . Jaq . I thank it . More , I prithee , more ...
Pagina 29
... Come hither , come hither , come hither : Here shall he see No enemy But winter and rough weather . Jaq . I'll give you a verse to this note , that I made yester- day in despite of my invention . Ami . And I'll sing it . Jaq . Thus it ...
... Come hither , come hither , come hither : Here shall he see No enemy But winter and rough weather . Jaq . I'll give you a verse to this note , that I made yester- day in despite of my invention . Ami . And I'll sing it . Jaq . Thus it ...
Pagina 32
... comes here ? Enter ORLANDO with his sword drawn . Orl . Forbear , and eat no more ! Jaq . Why , I have eat none yet . Orl . Nor shalt not , till necessity be serv'd . Jaq . Of what kind should this cock come of ? Duke S. Art thou thus ...
... comes here ? Enter ORLANDO with his sword drawn . Orl . Forbear , and eat no more ! Jaq . Why , I have eat none yet . Orl . Nor shalt not , till necessity be serv'd . Jaq . Of what kind should this cock come of ? Duke S. Art thou thus ...
Pagina 37
... comes of a very dull kindred . Touch . Such a one is a natural philosopher . Wast ever in court , shepherd ? · Cor ... come , instance . Cor . Why , we are still handling our ewes ; and their fells , you know , are greasy . Touch . Why ...
... comes of a very dull kindred . Touch . Such a one is a natural philosopher . Wast ever in court , shepherd ? · Cor ... come , instance . Cor . Why , we are still handling our ewes ; and their fells , you know , are greasy . Touch . Why ...
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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...