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 60
... Sing it : ' tis no matter how it be in tune , so it make noise enough . Song . What shall he have that kill'd the deer ? His leather skin , and horns to wear . Take thou no scorn to wear the horn : It was a crest ere thou wast born ...
... Sing it : ' tis no matter how it be in tune , so it make noise enough . Song . What shall he have that kill'd the deer ? His leather skin , and horns to wear . Take thou no scorn to wear the horn : It was a crest ere thou wast born ...
Pagina 71
... sing , hey ding a ding , ding : Sweet lovers love the spring . Between the acres of the rye , With a hey , and a ho , and a hey nonino , These pretty country - folks would lie In spring - time , & c . This carol they began that hour ...
... sing , hey ding a ding , ding : Sweet lovers love the spring . Between the acres of the rye , With a hey , and a ho , and a hey nonino , These pretty country - folks would lie In spring - time , & c . This carol they began that hour ...
Pagina 75
... sing , Feed yourselves with questioning ; That reason wonder may diminish , How thus we met , and these things finish . Song . Wedding is great Juno's crown : O blessed bond of board and bed ! ' Tis Hymen peoples every town ; High ...
... sing , Feed yourselves with questioning ; That reason wonder may diminish , How thus we met , and these things finish . Song . Wedding is great Juno's crown : O blessed bond of board and bed ! ' Tis Hymen peoples every town ; High ...
Pagina 86
... . , 1595 ; " How merily he sitteth on his stoole ! 66 But when he sees that needs he must be prest , Heele turne his note and sing another tune . " Sig . D. ) P. 28. ( 60 ) 66 look you . " 86 [ NOTES . AS YOU LIKE IT .
... . , 1595 ; " How merily he sitteth on his stoole ! 66 But when he sees that needs he must be prest , Heele turne his note and sing another tune . " Sig . D. ) P. 28. ( 60 ) 66 look you . " 86 [ NOTES . AS YOU LIKE IT .
Pagina 111
... sing : Or wilt thou sleep ? we'll have thee to a couch Softer and sweeter than the lustful bed On purpose trimm'd up for Semiramis . Say thou wilt walk ; we will bestrew the ground : Or wilt thou ride ? thy horses shall be trapp'd ...
... sing : Or wilt thou sleep ? we'll have thee to a couch Softer and sweeter than the lustful bed On purpose trimm'd up for Semiramis . Say thou wilt walk ; we will bestrew the ground : Or wilt thou ride ? thy horses shall be trapp'd ...
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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...