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 55
... dear Rosalind ! Jaq . Nay , then , God b'wi ' you , an you talk in blank verse ! Ros . Farewell , Monsieur Traveller : look , you lisp , and wear strange suits ; disable all the benefits of your own coun- try ; be out of love with your ...
... dear Rosalind ! Jaq . Nay , then , God b'wi ' you , an you talk in blank verse ! Ros . Farewell , Monsieur Traveller : look , you lisp , and wear strange suits ; disable all the benefits of your own coun- try ; be out of love with your ...
Pagina 56
... dear Rosalind . Ros . Nay , an you be so tardy , come no more in my sight : I had as lief be wooed of a snail . Orl . Of a snail ! Ros . Ay , of a snail ; for though he comes slowly , he car- ries his house on his head , -a better ...
... dear Rosalind . Ros . Nay , an you be so tardy , come no more in my sight : I had as lief be wooed of a snail . Orl . Of a snail ! Ros . Ay , of a snail ; for though he comes slowly , he car- ries his house on his head , -a better ...
Pagina 59
... dear love , I cannot lack thee two hours ! Orl . I must attend the duke at dinner : by two o'clock I will be with thee again . Ros . Ay , go your ways , go your ways ; -I knew what you would prove : my friends told me as much , and I ...
... dear love , I cannot lack thee two hours ! Orl . I must attend the duke at dinner : by two o'clock I will be with thee again . Ros . Ay , go your ways , go your ways ; -I knew what you would prove : my friends told me as much , and I ...
Pagina 75
... dear niece , welcome thou art to me , Even daughter - welcome , in no less degree ! ( 164 ) Phe . I will not eat my word , now thou art mine ; Thy faith my fancy to thee doth combine . Enter JAQUES DE BOIS . [ To Silvius . Jaq . de B ...
... dear niece , welcome thou art to me , Even daughter - welcome , in no less degree ! ( 164 ) Phe . I will not eat my word , now thou art mine ; Thy faith my fancy to thee doth combine . Enter JAQUES DE BOIS . [ To Silvius . Jaq . de B ...
Pagina 87
... Dear master , I can go no further " Qu . , " says Walker ( Crit . Exam . & c . vol . i . p . 18 ) , " Dear master , I can go no further : 0 , I die , I die for food . Here lie I down , kind master . " And measure out my grave . Farewell ...
... Dear master , I can go no further " Qu . , " says Walker ( Crit . Exam . & c . vol . i . p . 18 ) , " Dear master , I can go no further : 0 , I die , I die for food . Here lie I down , kind master . " And measure out my grave . Farewell ...
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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...