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 52
... faith , I see no more in you Than without candle may go dark to bed , — ( 107 ) Must you be therefore proud and pitiless ? Why , what means this ? Why do you look on me ? I see no more in you than in the ordinary Of nature's sale - work ...
... faith , I see no more in you Than without candle may go dark to bed , — ( 107 ) Must you be therefore proud and pitiless ? Why , what means this ? Why do you look on me ? I see no more in you than in the ordinary Of nature's sale - work ...
Pagina 55
... faith , you have great reason to be sad : I fear you have sold your own lands , to see other men's ; then , to have seen much , and to have nothing , is to have rich eyes and poor hands . Jaq . Yes , I have gained my experience . Ros ...
... faith , you have great reason to be sad : I fear you have sold your own lands , to see other men's ; then , to have seen much , and to have nothing , is to have rich eyes and poor hands . Jaq . Yes , I have gained my experience . Ros ...
Pagina 57
... faith , die by attorney . The poor world is almost six thousand years old , and in all this time there was not any man died in his own person , videlicet , in a love - cause . Troilus had his brains dashed out with a Grecian club ; yet ...
... faith , die by attorney . The poor world is almost six thousand years old , and in all this time there was not any man died in his own person , videlicet , in a love - cause . Troilus had his brains dashed out with a Grecian club ; yet ...
Pagina 65
... faith , I should have been a woman by right . Cel . Come , you look paler and paler : pray you , draw homewards . Good sir , go with us . Oli . That will I , for I must bear answer back How you excuse my brother , Rosalind . Ros . I ...
... faith , I should have been a woman by right . Cel . Come , you look paler and paler : pray you , draw homewards . Good sir , go with us . Oli . That will I , for I must bear answer back How you excuse my brother , Rosalind . Ros . I ...
Pagina 66
... Faith , sir , so - so . Touch . So - so is good , very good , very excellent good : - and yet it is not ; it is but so - so . Art thou wise ? Will . Ay , sir , I have a pretty wit . Touch . Why , thou sayest well . I do now remember a ...
... Faith , sir , so - so . Touch . So - so is good , very good , very excellent good : - and yet it is not ; it is but so - so . Art thou wise ? Will . Ay , sir , I have a pretty wit . Touch . Why , thou sayest well . I do now remember a ...
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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...