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 44
... seems the length of seven year . Orl . Who ambles Time withal ? Ros . With a priest that lacks Latin , and a rich man that hath not the gout ; for the one sleeps easily , because he can- not study ; and the other lives merrily , because ...
... seems the length of seven year . Orl . Who ambles Time withal ? Ros . With a priest that lacks Latin , and a rich man that hath not the gout ; for the one sleeps easily , because he can- not study ; and the other lives merrily , because ...
Pagina 45
... seems to have the quotidian of love upon him . Orl . I am he that is so love - shaked : I pray you , tell me your remedy . Ros . There is none of my uncle's marks upon you : he taught me how to know a man in love ; in which cage of ...
... seems to have the quotidian of love upon him . Orl . I am he that is so love - shaked : I pray you , tell me your remedy . Ros . There is none of my uncle's marks upon you : he taught me how to know a man in love ; in which cage of ...
Pagina 63
... udders all drawn dry , Lay couching , head on ground , with catlike watch , When that the sleeping man should stir ; for ' tis The royal disposition of that beast To prey on nothing that doth seem as dead : SCENE III . ] 63 AS YOU LIKE IT .
... udders all drawn dry , Lay couching , head on ground , with catlike watch , When that the sleeping man should stir ; for ' tis The royal disposition of that beast To prey on nothing that doth seem as dead : SCENE III . ] 63 AS YOU LIKE IT .
Pagina 69
... seem despiteful and ungentle to you : You are there follow'd by a faithful shepherd ; Look upon him , love him ; he worships you . Phe . Good shepherd , tell this youth what ' tis to love . Sil . It is to be all made of sighs and tears ...
... seem despiteful and ungentle to you : You are there follow'd by a faithful shepherd ; Look upon him , love him ; he worships you . Phe . Good shepherd , tell this youth what ' tis to love . Sil . It is to be all made of sighs and tears ...
Pagina 80
... seems to be at variance with what Celia says just before , " who , perceiving our natural wits too dull , " & c . P. 11. ( 15 ) " Cel . " The folio has " Ros . " - Corrected by Theobald . ( With respect to the epithet " old " in the ...
... seems to be at variance with what Celia says just before , " who , perceiving our natural wits too dull , " & c . P. 11. ( 15 ) " Cel . " The folio has " Ros . " - Corrected by Theobald . ( With respect to the epithet " old " in 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...