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 18
... Thou art a fool : she robs thee of thy name ; And thou wilt show more bright and seem more virtuous When she is gone . Then open not thy lips : Firm and irrevocable is my doom Which I have pass'd upon her ; -she is banish'd . Cel ...
... Thou art a fool : she robs thee of thy name ; And thou wilt show more bright and seem more virtuous When she is gone . Then open not thy lips : Firm and irrevocable is my doom Which I have pass'd upon her ; -she is banish'd . Cel ...
Pagina 19
... Thou hast not , cousin ; Prithee , be cheerful : know'st thou not , the duke Hath banish'd me , his daughter ? Ros . That he hath not . Cel . No , hath not ? ( 32 ) Rosalind lacks , then , the love Which teacheth me ( 33 ) that thou and ...
... Thou hast not , cousin ; Prithee , be cheerful : know'st thou not , the duke Hath banish'd me , his daughter ? Ros . That he hath not . Cel . No , hath not ? ( 32 ) Rosalind lacks , then , the love Which teacheth me ( 33 ) that thou and ...
Pagina 25
... thou knew'st how I do love her Cor . I partly guess ; for I have lov'd ere now . Sil . No , Corin , being old , thou canst not guess ; Though in thy youth thou wast as true a lover As ever sigh'd upon a midnight pillow : But if thy love ...
... thou knew'st how I do love her Cor . I partly guess ; for I have lov'd ere now . Sil . No , Corin , being old , thou canst not guess ; Though in thy youth thou wast as true a lover As ever sigh'd upon a midnight pillow : But if thy love ...
Pagina 26
... thou didst then ne'er love so heartily ! If thou remember'st not the slightest folly That ever love did make thee run into , Thou hast not lov'd : Or if thou hast not sat as I do now , Wearing ( 54 ) thy hearer in thy mistress ' praise ...
... thou didst then ne'er love so heartily ! If thou remember'st not the slightest folly That ever love did make thee run into , Thou hast not lov'd : Or if thou hast not sat as I do now , Wearing ( 54 ) thy hearer in thy mistress ' praise ...
Pagina 30
... thou diest before I come , thou art a mocker of my labour . Well said ! thou lookest cheerly ; and I'll be with thee quickly . — Yet thou liest in the bleak air : come , I will bear thee to some shelter ; and thou shalt not die for lack ...
... thou diest before I come , thou art a mocker of my labour . Well said ! thou lookest cheerly ; and I'll be with thee quickly . — Yet thou liest in the bleak air : come , I will bear thee to some shelter ; and thou shalt not die for lack ...
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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...