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 15
... speak to her , yet she urg'd conference . O poor Orlando , thou art overthrown ! Or Charles or something weaker masters thee . Re - enter LE BEAU . Le Beau . Good sir , I do in friendship counsel you To leave this place . Albeit you ...
... speak to her , yet she urg'd conference . O poor Orlando , thou art overthrown ! Or Charles or something weaker masters thee . Re - enter LE BEAU . Le Beau . Good sir , I do in friendship counsel you To leave this place . Albeit you ...
Pagina 18
... speak . Duke F. Ay , Celia ; we stay'd her for your sake , Else had she with her father rang'd along . Cel . I did not then entreat to have her stay ; It was your pleasure and your own remorse : I was too young that time to value her ...
... speak . Duke F. Ay , Celia ; we stay'd her for your sake , Else had she with her father rang'd along . Cel . I did not then entreat to have her stay ; It was your pleasure and your own remorse : I was too young that time to value her ...
Pagina 30
... speak with him . First Lord . He saves my labour by his own approach . Enter JAQUES . Duke S. Why , how now , monsieur ! what a life is this , That your poor friends must woo your company ! What , you look merrily ! Jag . A fool , a ...
... speak with him . First Lord . He saves my labour by his own approach . Enter JAQUES . Duke S. Why , how now , monsieur ! what a life is this , That your poor friends must woo your company ! What , you look merrily ! Jag . A fool , a ...
Pagina 34
... speak to thank you for myself . Duke S. Welcome ; fall to : I will not trouble you As yet , to question you about your fortunes.— Give us some music ; and , good cousin , sing . Ami . Song . Blow , blow , thou winter 34 [ ACT II . AS ...
... speak to thank you for myself . Duke S. Welcome ; fall to : I will not trouble you As yet , to question you about your fortunes.— Give us some music ; and , good cousin , sing . Ami . Song . Blow , blow , thou winter 34 [ ACT II . AS ...
Pagina 41
... speak apace . I would thou couldst stammer , that thou mightst pour this concealed man out of thy mouth , as wine comes out of a narrow - mouthed bottle , either too much at once , or none at all . I prithee , take the cork out of thy ...
... speak apace . I would thou couldst stammer , that thou mightst pour this concealed man out of thy mouth , as wine comes out of a narrow - mouthed bottle , either too much at once , or none at all . I prithee , take the cork out of thy ...
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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...