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 113
... hold it very meet , Seeing too much sadness hath congeal'd your blood , And melancholy is the nurse of frenzy : Therefore they thought it good you hear a play , And frame your mind to mirth and merriment , Which bars a thousand harms ...
... hold it very meet , Seeing too much sadness hath congeal'd your blood , And melancholy is the nurse of frenzy : Therefore they thought it good you hear a play , And frame your mind to mirth and merriment , Which bars a thousand harms ...
Pagina 117
... hold you . - Our love ( 30 ) is not so great , Hortensio , but we may blow our nails together , and fast it fairly out our cake's dough on both sides . Farewell : -yet , for the love I bear my sweet Bianca , if I can by any means light ...
... hold you . - Our love ( 30 ) is not so great , Hortensio , but we may blow our nails together , and fast it fairly out our cake's dough on both sides . Farewell : -yet , for the love I bear my sweet Bianca , if I can by any means light ...
Pagina 124
... hold , His youngest daughter , beautiful Bianca ; And her withholds from me , and other more , Suitors to her and rivals in my love ; Supposing it a thing impossible , — For those defects I have before rehears'd , - That ever Katharina ...
... hold , His youngest daughter , beautiful Bianca ; And her withholds from me , and other more , Suitors to her and rivals in my love ; Supposing it a thing impossible , — For those defects I have before rehears'd , - That ever Katharina ...
Pagina 132
... hold with her , but never lutes . Bap . Why , then thou canst not break her to the lute ? Hor . Why , no ; for she hath broke the lute to me . I did but tell her she mistook her frets , And bow'd her hand to teach her fingering ; When ...
... hold with her , but never lutes . Bap . Why , then thou canst not break her to the lute ? Hor . Why , no ; for she hath broke the lute to me . I did but tell her she mistook her frets , And bow'd her hand to teach her fingering ; When ...
Pagina 144
... hold you a penny , A horse and a man Is more than one , And yet not many . * Nay , by Saint Jamy , & c . ] A portion , we can hardly doubt , of some ballad . Enter PETRUCHIO and GRUMIO , both of them meanly and 144 [ ACT III . THE ...
... hold you a penny , A horse and a man Is more than one , And yet not many . * Nay , by Saint Jamy , & c . ] A portion , we can hardly doubt , of some ballad . Enter PETRUCHIO and GRUMIO , both of them meanly and 144 [ ACT III . THE ...
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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...