The Dramatic Works of William Shakespeare, Том 4T. Tegg, 1813 |
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... master , your brother . Orl . Go apart , Adam , and thou shalt hear how he will shake me up . Oli . Now , sir ! what make you here ? Orl . Nothing : I am not taught to make any thing . Oli . What mar you then , sir ? Orl . Marry , sir ...
... master , your brother . Orl . Go apart , Adam , and thou shalt hear how he will shake me up . Oli . Now , sir ! what make you here ? Orl . Nothing : I am not taught to make any thing . Oli . What mar you then , sir ? Orl . Marry , sir ...
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... God be with my old master ! he would not have spoke such a word . [ Exeunt ORLANDO and Adam . Oli . Is it even so ? begin you to grow upon me ? I will physick your rankness , and yet give no SCENE 1 . 7 ' AS YOU LIKE IT .
... God be with my old master ! he would not have spoke such a word . [ Exeunt ORLANDO and Adam . Oli . Is it even so ? begin you to grow upon me ? I will physick your rankness , and yet give no SCENE 1 . 7 ' AS YOU LIKE IT .
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... master , O , my sweet master , O you memory Of old sir Rowland ! why , what make you here ? Why are you virtuous ? Why do people love you ? And wherefore are you gentle , strong , and valiant ! Why would you be so fond to overcome The ...
... master , O , my sweet master , O you memory Of old sir Rowland ! why , what make you here ? Why are you virtuous ? Why do people love you ? And wherefore are you gentle , strong , and valiant ! Why would you be so fond to overcome The ...
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... Master , go on ; and I will follow thee , To the last gasp , with truth and loyalty.— From seventeen years till now almost fourscore Here lived I , but now live here no more . At seventeen years many their fortunes seek ; But at ...
... Master , go on ; and I will follow thee , To the last gasp , with truth and loyalty.— From seventeen years till now almost fourscore Here lived I , but now live here no more . At seventeen years many their fortunes seek ; But at ...
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... master is of churlish disposition , And little recks to find the way to heaven By doing deeds of hospitality : Besides , his cote , his flocks , and bounds of feed , Are now on sale , and at our sheepcote now , By reason of his absence ...
... master is of churlish disposition , And little recks to find the way to heaven By doing deeds of hospitality : Besides , his cote , his flocks , and bounds of feed , Are now on sale , and at our sheepcote now , By reason of his absence ...
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Audrey Baptista BERTRAM Bian Bianca Bion BIONDELLO brother CELIA comes Count daughter doth Duke F Enter Exeunt Exit eyes fair father fool forest of Arden fortune friends Ganymede gentle gentleman give Grumio hath hear heart heaven HELENA hither honour Hortensio Jaques JOHNSON Kate Kath KATHARINA King kiss knave lady LAFEU Line look Lord Lucentio madam maid marriage marry master means mistress motley fool musick Narbon never Orlando Padua Parolles Petruchio Phebe Pisa poor pr'ythee pray Rosalind Rousillon SCENE Servant Shakspeare SHREW SILVIUS Sirrah Sold speak STEEVENS swear sweet tell thank thee There's thine thing thou art thou hast Touch Tranio unto villain Vincentio virtue WARBURTON What's wife wilt withal word young youth
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Сторінка 42 - All the world's a stage, And all the men and women merely players: They have their exits and their entrances; And one man in his time plays many parts, His acts being seven ages. At first the infant, Mewling and puking in the nurse's arms.
Сторінка 26 - Now, my co-mates, and brothers in exile, Hath not old custom made this life more sweet Than that of painted pomp ? Are not these woods More free from peril than the envious court ? Here feel we but the penalty of Adam, The seasons...
Сторінка 44 - Blow, blow, thou winter wind, Thou art not so unkind » As man's ingratitude ; Thy tooth is not so keen. Because thou art not seen, Although thy breath be rude. Heigh ho! sing, heigh ho! unto the green holly: Most friendship is feigning, most loving mere folly: Then, heigh ho! the holly! This life is most jolly. II. Freeze, freeze, thou bitter sky, That dost not bite so nigh As benefits forgot: Though thou the waters warp, Thy sting is not so sharp As friend remember'd not.
Сторінка 43 - The sixth age shifts Into the lean and slipper'd pantaloon ; With spectacles on nose, and pouch on side ; His youthful hose well sav'd, a world too wide . For his shrunk shank ; and his big manly voice, Turning again toward childish treble, pipes And whistles in his sound : Last scene of all, That ends this strange eventful history, Is second childishness, and mere oblivion ; Sans teeth, sans eyes, sans taste, sans everything.
Сторінка 46 - Truly, shepherd, in respect of itself, it is a good life ; but in respect that it is a shepherd's life, it is naught. In respect that it is solitary, I like it very well ; but in respect that it is private, it is a very vile life. Now in respect it is in the fields, it pleaseth me well ; but in respect it is not in the court, it is tedious.
Сторінка 171 - The web of our life is of a mingled yarn, good and ill together : our virtues would be proud if our faults whipped them not; and our crimes would despair if they were not cherished by our virtues.
Сторінка 26 - Hath not old custom made this life more sweet Than that of painted pomp ? Are not these woods More free from peril than the envious court? Here feel we but the penalty of Adam, The seasons' difference ; as, the icy fang, And churlish chiding of the winter's wind ; Which when it bites and blows upon my body, Even till I shrink with cold, I smile, and say, — This is no flattery : these are counsellors, That feelingly persuade me what I am.
Сторінка 39 - Tis but an hour ago since it was nine ; And after one hour more 'twill be eleven; And so, from hour to hour, we ripe and ripe, And then, from hour to hour, we rot and rot, And thereby hangs a tale.
Сторінка 69 - Farewell, Monsieur Traveller: look you lisp and wear strange suits, disable all the benefits of your own country, be out of love with your nativity, and almost chide God for making you that countenance you are, or I will scarce think you have swam in a gondola.
Сторінка 30 - When service should in my old limbs lie lame, And unregarded age in corners thrown. Take that; and He that doth the ravens feed, Yea, providently caters for the sparrow, Be comfort to my age ! Here is the gold : All this I give you. Let me be your servant : Though I look old, yet I am strong and lusty ; For in my youth I never did apply Hot and rebellious liquors in my blood ; Nor did not with unbashful forehead woo so The means of weakness and debility ; Therefore my age is as a lusty winter, Frosty,...