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 30
... tell him I would 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 ...
... tell him I would 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 ...
Pagina 41
... tell me who it is . Cel . O wonderful , wonderful , and most wonderful won- derful ! and yet again wonderful , and after that , out of all whooping ! Ros . Good my complexion ! dost thou think , though I am caparisoned like a man , I ...
... tell me who it is . Cel . O wonderful , wonderful , and most wonderful won- derful ! and yet again wonderful , and after that , out of all whooping ! Ros . Good my complexion ! dost thou think , though I am caparisoned like a man , I ...
Pagina 45
... 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 rushes I am sure you are not prisoner . Orl . What were his marks ? Ros . A lean cheek , -which you have ...
... 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 rushes I am sure you are not prisoner . Orl . What were his marks ? Ros . A lean cheek , -which you have ...
Pagina 46
... tell me where it is . Ros . Go with me to it , and I'll show it you : and , by the way , you shall tell me where in the forest you live . Will you go ? Orl . With all my heart , good youth . Ros . Nay , you must call me Rosalind ...
... tell me where it is . Ros . Go with me to it , and I'll show it you : and , by the way , you shall tell me where in the forest you live . Will you go ? Orl . With all my heart , good youth . Ros . Nay , you must call me Rosalind ...
Pagina 52
... tell you friendly in your ear , — Sell when you can : you are not for all markets : Cry the man mercy ; love him ; take his offer : Foul is most foul , being foul to be a scoffer.— So , take her to thee , shepherd : -fare you well . Phe ...
... tell you friendly in your ear , — Sell when you can : you are not for all markets : Cry the man mercy ; love him ; take his offer : Foul is most foul , being foul to be a scoffer.— So , take her to thee , shepherd : -fare you well . Phe ...
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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...