Shakespeare's Comedy of As You Like itHarper, 1889 - 208 sidor |
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accent Adam Adam Spencer Aliena Amiens Audrey banished bear beard Beau beauty Ben Jonson better brother Celia Coll comedy Coridon Corin Cotgrave court Cymb doth Duke Frederick Duke Senior Enter Exeunt eyes fair Faques father favour folio fool forest of Arden fortune Ganimede gentle Gerismond give grace Halliwell quotes hast hath heart hither honour humour Jaques Julius Cæsar Lear lief live Lodge's novel look lord lover Macb marry means melancholy Merchant of Venice merry mistress Montanus nature never Oliver Orlando passage passion Phebe Phoebe play poor pray prithee quoth remarks Rich Rosader Rosalind Saladyne SCENE Shakespeare shalt shepherd sigh Silvius song Sonn speak Steevens quotes sweet Temp thee thou art thought Thrasonical Touchstone troth Twelfth Night unto verses Vincentio Saviolo Warb woman word youth
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Sida 49 - 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. Sweet are the uses of adversity ; Which, like the toad, ugly and venomous, Wears yet a precious jewel in his head ; And this our life, exempt from public haunt, Finds tongues in trees, books in the running brooks, Sermons in stones, and...
Sida 23 - They say he is already in the forest of Arden, and a many merry men with him ; and there they live like the old Robin Hood of England. They say many young gentlemen flock to him every day, and fleet the time carelessly, as they did in the golden world.
Sida 58 - And loves to live i' the sun, Seeking the food he eats And pleased with what he gets, Come hither, come hither, come hither : Here shall he see No enemy But winter and rough weather.
Sida 63 - But whate'er you are That in this desert inaccessible, Under the shade of melancholy boughs, Lose and neglect the creeping hours of time; If ever you have look'd on better days, If ever been where bells have knoll'd to church, If ever sat at any good man's feast, If ever from your eyelids wip'da tear, And know what 'tis to pity, and be pitied, Let gentleness my strong enforcement be: In the which hope I blush, and hide my sword.
Sida 53 - 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.
Sida 53 - O good old man, how well in thee appears The constant service of the antique world, When service sweat for duty, not for meed! Thou art not for the fashion of these times, Where none will sweat but for promotion, And having that do choke their service up Even with the having; it is not so with thee.
Sida 53 - 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 The means of weakness and debility ; Therefore my age is as a lusty winter, Frosty, but kindly...
Sida 64 - Made to his mistress' eyebrow. Then a soldier, Full of strange oaths and bearded like the pard, Jealous in honour, sudden and quick in quarrel, Seeking the bubble reputation Even in the cannon's mouth.
Sida 64 - 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; And then, the whining school-boy, with his satchel, And shining morning face, creeping like snail Unwillingly to school: And then, the lover; Sighing like furnace, with a woeful ballad Made to his mistress...
Sida 64 - With spectacles on nose and pouch on side, His youthful hose, well saved, 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 every thing.