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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... swear by your beards that I am a knave . Cel . By our beards , if we had them , thou art . Touch . By my knavery , if I had it , then I were ; but if you swear by that that is not , you are not forsworn : no more was this knight , swearing ...
... swear by your beards that I am a knave . Cel . By our beards , if we had them , thou art . Touch . By my knavery , if I had it , then I were ; but if you swear by that that is not , you are not forsworn : no more was this knight , swearing ...
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... swears you do more usurp Than doth your brother that hath banish'd you . To - day , my lord of Amiens and myself Did steal behind him , as he lay along Under an oak , whose antique root peeps out Upon the brook that brawls along this ...
... swears you do more usurp Than doth your brother that hath banish'd you . To - day , my lord of Amiens and myself Did steal behind him , as he lay along Under an oak , whose antique root peeps out Upon the brook that brawls along this ...
Sida 29
... swearing , that we Are mere usurpers , tyrants , and what's worse , To fright the animals , and to kill them up In their assign'd and native dwelling place . Duke S. And did you leave him in this contem- plation ? 2 Lord . We did , my ...
... swearing , that we Are mere usurpers , tyrants , and what's worse , To fright the animals , and to kill them up In their assign'd and native dwelling place . Duke S. And did you leave him in this contem- plation ? 2 Lord . We did , my ...
Sida 59
... swear to thee , youth , by the white hand of Rosalind , I am that he , that unfortunate he . Ros . But are you so much in love as your rhymes speak ? Orl . Neither rhyme nor reason can express how much . Ros . Love is merely a madness ...
... swear to thee , youth , by the white hand of Rosalind , I am that he , that unfortunate he . Ros . But are you so much in love as your rhymes speak ? Orl . Neither rhyme nor reason can express how much . Ros . Love is merely a madness ...
Sida 61
... swear in poetry , may be said , as lovers they do feign . Aud . Do you wish , then , that the gods had made me poetical ? Touch . I do , truly ; for thou swear'st to me , thou art honest : now , if thou wert a poet , I might have some ...
... swear in poetry , may be said , as lovers they do feign . Aud . Do you wish , then , that the gods had made me poetical ? Touch . I do , truly ; for thou swear'st to me , thou art honest : now , if thou wert a poet , I might have some ...
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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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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 Grumio hath hear heart heaven Hermione 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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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.