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 72
... lord , the first time that I ever saw him Methought he was a brother to your daughter : But , my good lord , this boy is forest - born , And hath been tutor'd in the rudiments Of many desperate studies by his uncle , Whom he reports to ...
... lord , the first time that I ever saw him Methought he was a brother to your daughter : But , my good lord , this boy is forest - born , And hath been tutor'd in the rudiments Of many desperate studies by his uncle , Whom he reports to ...
Pagina 73
... lord , bid him welcome : this is the motley- minded gentleman that I have so often met in the forest ; he hath been a courtier , he swears . Touch . If any man doubt that , let him put me to my pur- gation . I have trod a measure ; I ...
... lord , bid him welcome : this is the motley- minded gentleman that I have so often met in the forest ; he hath been a courtier , he swears . Touch . If any man doubt that , let him put me to my pur- gation . I have trod a measure ; I ...
Pagina 106
... Lord from hunting , with Huntsmen and Servants . Lord . Huntsman , I charge thee , tender well my hounds : Trash Merriman , —the poor cur is emboss'd ; And couple Clowder with the deep - mouth'd brach . ( 3 ) Saw'st thou not , boy , how ...
... Lord from hunting , with Huntsmen and Servants . Lord . Huntsman , I charge thee , tender well my hounds : Trash Merriman , —the poor cur is emboss'd ; And couple Clowder with the deep - mouth'd brach . ( 3 ) Saw'st thou not , boy , how ...
Pagina 107
... lord , I think he cannot choose . Sec . Hun . It would seem strange unto him when he wak'd . Lord . Even as a flattering dream or worthless fancy . ( 4 ) Then take him up , and manage well the jest : - Carry him gently to my fairest ...
... lord , I think he cannot choose . Sec . Hun . It would seem strange unto him when he wak'd . Lord . Even as a flattering dream or worthless fancy . ( 4 ) Then take him up , and manage well the jest : - Carry him gently to my fairest ...
Pagina 108
... Lord . Bid them come near . Enter Players . Now , fellows , you are welcome . Players . We thank your honour . Lord . Do you intend to stay with me to - night ? Sec . Play . So please your lordship to accept our duty . Lord . With all ...
... Lord . Bid them come near . Enter Players . Now , fellows , you are welcome . Players . We thank your honour . Lord . Do you intend to stay with me to - night ? Sec . Play . So please your lordship to accept our duty . Lord . With all ...
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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...