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 40
... hear these verses ? Ros . O , yes , I heard them all , and more too ; for some of them had in them more feet than the verses would bear . Cel . That's no matter : the feet might bear the verses . Ros . Ay , but the feet were lame , and ...
... hear these verses ? Ros . O , yes , I heard them all , and more too ; for some of them had in them more feet than the verses would bear . Cel . That's no matter : the feet might bear the verses . Ros . Ay , but the feet were lame , and ...
Pagina 43
... hear , forester ? Orl . Very well : what would you ? Ros . I pray you , what is't o ' clock ? Orl . You should ask me , what time o ' day : there's no clock in the forest . Ros . Then there is no true lover in the forest ; else sigh ...
... hear , forester ? Orl . Very well : what would you ? Ros . I pray you , what is't o ' clock ? Orl . You should ask me , what time o ' day : there's no clock in the forest . Ros . Then there is no true lover in the forest ; else sigh ...
Pagina 52
... hear you chide than this man woo . Ros . He's fallen in love with her ( 108 ) foulness , and she'll fall in love with my anger : -if it be so , as fast as she answers thee with frowning looks , I'll sauce her with bitter words.- Why ...
... hear you chide than this man woo . Ros . He's fallen in love with her ( 108 ) foulness , and she'll fall in love with my anger : -if it be so , as fast as she answers thee with frowning looks , I'll sauce her with bitter words.- Why ...
Pagina 54
... hear . It is a pretty youth : -not very pretty : — But , sure , he's proud ; and yet his pride becomes him : He'll make a proper man : the best thing in him Is his complexion ; and faster than his tongue Did make offence , his eye did ...
... hear . It is a pretty youth : -not very pretty : — But , sure , he's proud ; and yet his pride becomes him : He'll make a proper man : the best thing in him Is his complexion ; and faster than his tongue Did make offence , his eye did ...
Pagina 61
... hear the letter ? Sil . So please you , for I never heard it yet ; Yet heard too much of Phebe's cruelty . Ros . She Phebes me : mark how the tyrant writes . [ Reads . " Art thou god to shepherd turn'd , That a maiden's heart hath burn ...
... hear the letter ? Sil . So please you , for I never heard it yet ; Yet heard too much of Phebe's cruelty . Ros . She Phebes me : mark how the tyrant writes . [ Reads . " Art thou god to shepherd turn'd , That a maiden's heart hath burn ...
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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...