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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... wives , and conn'd them out of rings ? Orl . Not so ; but I answer you right painted cloth , from whence you have studied your questions . Jaq . You have a nimble wit : I think ' twas made of Atalanta's heels . Will you sit down with me ...
... wives , and conn'd them out of rings ? Orl . Not so ; but I answer you right painted cloth , from whence you have studied your questions . Jaq . You have a nimble wit : I think ' twas made of Atalanta's heels . Will you sit down with me ...
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... wife : ' tis none of his own getting . Horns ? Even so Poor men alone ? No , no ; the noblest deer hath them as huge as the rascal . Is the single man therefore blessed ? No : as a wall'd town is more worthier than a village , so is the ...
... wife : ' tis none of his own getting . Horns ? Even so Poor men alone ? No , no ; the noblest deer hath them as huge as the rascal . Is the single man therefore blessed ? No : as a wall'd town is more worthier than a village , so is the ...
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... wife . Jaq . Go thou with me , and let me counsel thee . Touch . Come , sweet Audrey2 : We must be married , or we must live in bawdry . Farewell , good master Oliver ! Not O sweet Oliver ! O brave Oliver ! Leave me not behind thee ...
... wife . Jaq . Go thou with me , and let me counsel thee . Touch . Come , sweet Audrey2 : We must be married , or we must live in bawdry . Farewell , good master Oliver ! Not O sweet Oliver ! O brave Oliver ! Leave me not behind thee ...
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... wives for : but he comes armed in his fortune , and prevents the slander of his wife . Orl . Virtue is no horn - maker , and my Rosalind is virtuous . Ros . And I am your Rosalind . Cel . It pleases him to call you so ; but he hath a ...
... wives for : but he comes armed in his fortune , and prevents the slander of his wife . Orl . Virtue is no horn - maker , and my Rosalind is virtuous . Ros . And I am your Rosalind . Cel . It pleases him to call you so ; but he hath a ...
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... wife . " Orl . I take thee , Rosalind , for wife . Ros . I might ask you for your commission ; but , -I do take thee , Orlando , for my husband : —there's a girl , goes before the priest ' ; and , certainly , a woman's thought runs ...
... wife . " Orl . I take thee , Rosalind , for wife . Ros . I might ask you for your commission ; but , -I do take thee , Orlando , for my husband : —there's a girl , goes before the priest ' ; and , certainly , a woman's thought runs ...
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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.
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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.
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