The Works of William Shakespeare: As you like it ; Taming of the shrew ; All's well that ends well ; Twelfth night ; Winter's taleWhittaker & Company, 1842 |
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... mistress of , and would you yet I were merrier ? Unless 6 – and would you yet I were merrier ? ] The old copies omit " I , " which seems necessary for the sense ; though still it might be intelligible , were we to suppose Rosalind to ...
... mistress of , and would you yet I were merrier ? Unless 6 – and would you yet I were merrier ? ] The old copies omit " I , " which seems necessary for the sense ; though still it might be intelligible , were we to suppose Rosalind to ...
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... Mistress , you must come away to your father . Cel . Were you made the messenger ? Touch . No , by mine honour ; but I was bid to come for you . Ros . Where learned you that oath , fool ? Touch . Of a certain knight , that swore by his ...
... Mistress , you must come away to your father . Cel . Were you made the messenger ? Touch . No , by mine honour ; but I was bid to come for you . Ros . Where learned you that oath , fool ? Touch . Of a certain knight , that swore by his ...
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... mistress shall be happy . Ros . Gentleman , [ Giving him a chain from her neck . Wear this for me , one out of suits with fortune , That could give more , but that her hand lacks means.— Shall we go , coz ? Cel . Ay . - Fare you well ...
... mistress shall be happy . Ros . Gentleman , [ Giving him a chain from her neck . Wear this for me , one out of suits with fortune , That could give more , but that her hand lacks means.— Shall we go , coz ? Cel . Ay . - Fare you well ...
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... Mistress , dispatch you with haste , And get you from our court . Ros . Duke F. your safest Me , uncle ? You , cousin : Within these ten days if that thou be'st found So near our public court as twenty miles , Thou diest for it . Ros ...
... Mistress , dispatch you with haste , And get you from our court . Ros . Duke F. your safest Me , uncle ? You , cousin : Within these ten days if that thou be'st found So near our public court as twenty miles , Thou diest for it . Ros ...
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... mistress . 2 Lord . My lord , the roynish clown ' , at whom so oft Your grace was wont to laugh , is also missing . Hesperia , the princess ' gentlewoman , Confesses that she secretly o'er - heard 11 The body of THE country , city ...
... mistress . 2 Lord . My lord , the roynish clown ' , at whom so oft Your grace was wont to laugh , is also missing . Hesperia , the princess ' gentlewoman , Confesses that she secretly o'er - heard 11 The body of THE country , city ...
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Antigonus Baptista Bertram better Bianca Bion Biondello brother Camillo Clown Count daughter doth Duke Enter Exeunt Exit eyes fair father fool Forest of Arden Gent gentleman George Buc give Gremio Grumio hath hear heart heaven honour Hortensio Illyria Kate Kath KATHARINA king knave lady Leon Leontes look lord Love's Labour's Lost Lucentio madam maid Malone Malvolio marry master means mistress modern editors never night old copies Olivia Orlando Padua Pandosto Parolles Petruchio Phebe play Polixenes pr'ythee pray printed Rosalind Rousillon SCENE second folio servant Shakespeare Shep Shrew Sicilia signior Sir ANDREW AGUE-CHEEK sir Toby speak Steevens swear sweet tell thee There's thine thing thou art thou hast Tranio Viola wife Winter's Tale word
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Сторінка 27 - 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 323 - IF music be the food of love, play on ; Give me excess of it ; that, surfeiting, The appetite may sicken, and so die. That strain again ; — it had a dying fall : O, it came o'er my ear like the sweet south, That breathes upon a bank of violets, Stealing and giving odour.
Сторінка 44 - 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 486 - When daffodils begin to peer, With heigh ! the doxy over the dale, Why, then comes in the sweet o' the year; For the red blood reigns in the winter's pale. The white sheet bleaching on the hedge, With heigh ! the sweet birds, O, how they sing! Doth set my pugging tooth on edge ; For a quart of ale is a dish for a king. The lark, that...
Сторінка 45 - 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
Сторінка 360 - Come away, come away, death, And in sad cypress let me be laid ; Fly away, fly away, breath ; I am slain by a fair cruel maid. My shroud of white, stuck all with yew, O, prepare it ! My part of death, no one so true Did share it. Not a flower, not a flower sweet, On my black coffin let there be strown ; Not a friend, not a friend greet My poor corpse, where my bones shall be thrown : A thousand thousand sighs to save, Lay me, O, where Sad true lover never find my grave, To weep there ! Duke.
Сторінка 199 - Such duty as the subject owes the prince, Even such a woman oweth to her husband : And, when she's froward, peevish, sullen, sour, And, not obedient to his honest will, What is she, but a foul contending rebel, And graceless traitor to her loving lord ? — I am asham'd, that women are so simple To offer war, where they should kneel for peace ; Or seek for rule, supremacy, and sway, When they are bound to serve, love, and obey.