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 taleWhittaker & Company, 1842 |
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... father , and he is thrice a villain , that says , such a father begot villains . Wert thou not my brother , I would not take this hand from thy throat , till this other had pulled out thy tongue for saying so thou hast railed on thyself ...
... father , and he is thrice a villain , that says , such a father begot villains . Wert thou not my brother , I would not take this hand from thy throat , till this other had pulled out thy tongue for saying so thou hast railed on thyself ...
Sida 10
... father ? Cha . O no ; for the duke's daughter , her cousin , so loves her , being ever from their cradles bred together , that she would have followed her exile , or have died to stay behind her . She is at the court , and no less 3 ...
... father ? Cha . O no ; for the duke's daughter , her cousin , so loves her , being ever from their cradles bred together , that she would have followed her exile , or have died to stay behind her . She is at the court , and no less 3 ...
Sida 13
... father , had banished thy uncle , the duke my father , so thou hadst been still with me , I could have taught my love to take thy father for mine : so would'st thou , if the truth of thy love to me were so righteously tem- pered , as ...
... father , had banished thy uncle , the duke my father , so thou hadst been still with me , I could have taught my love to take thy father for mine : so would'st thou , if the truth of thy love to me were so righteously tem- pered , as ...
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... father , loves ' . Ros . My father's love is enough to honour him enough2 . Speak no more of him : you'll be whipped for taxation3 , one of these days . Touch . The more pity , that fools may not speak wisely , what wise men do ...
... father , loves ' . Ros . My father's love is enough to honour him enough2 . Speak no more of him : you'll be whipped for taxation3 , one of these days . Touch . The more pity , that fools may not speak wisely , what wise men do ...
Sida 17
... father , making such pitiful dole over them , that all the beholders take his part with weeping . Ros . Alas ! Touch . But what is the sport , monsieur , that the ladies have lost ? Le Beau . Why , this that I speak of . Touch . Thus ...
... father , making such pitiful dole over them , that all the beholders take his part with weeping . Ros . Alas ! Touch . But what is the sport , monsieur , that the ladies have lost ? Le Beau . Why , this that I speak of . Touch . Thus ...
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The Works of William Shakespeare: As you like it ; Taming of the shrew ; All ... William Shakespeare,John Payne Collier Obegränsad förhandsgranskning - 1842 |
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Sida 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.
Sida 45 - 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. 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 Heigh, ho ! sing, heigh,...
Sida 325 - 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.
Sida 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.
Sida 488 - 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...
Sida 354 - O mistress mine, where are you roaming? O stay and hear; your true love's coming, That can sing both high and low. Trip no further, pretty sweeting; Journeys end in lovers meeting, Every wise man's son doth know.
Sida 199 - 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.