Comedy of As You Like itHarper & brothers, 1882 |
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... reason of such goddesses , hath sent this natural for our whetstone ; for always the dulness of the fool is the whet- stone of the wits . How now , wit ! whither wander you ? Touchstone . Mistress , you must come away to your father ...
... reason of such goddesses , hath sent this natural for our whetstone ; for always the dulness of the fool is the whet- stone of the wits . How now , wit ! whither wander you ? Touchstone . Mistress , you must come away to your father ...
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... reasons . ) Rosalind . Then there were two cousins laid up ; when the one should be lamed with reasons , and the other mad with- out any . Celia . But is all this for your father ? IO Rosalind . No , some of it is for my child's father ...
... reasons . ) Rosalind . Then there were two cousins laid up ; when the one should be lamed with reasons , and the other mad with- out any . Celia . But is all this for your father ? IO Rosalind . No , some of it is for my child's father ...
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... reason of his absence , there is nothing That you will feed on ; but what is , come see , And in my voice most welcome shall you be . 80 Rosalind . What is he that shall buy his flock and pasture ? Corin . That young swain that you saw ...
... reason of his absence , there is nothing That you will feed on ; but what is , come see , And in my voice most welcome shall you be . 80 Rosalind . What is he that shall buy his flock and pasture ? Corin . That young swain that you saw ...
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... reason , I must die . ΙΟΙ Duke Senior . What would you have ? Your gentleness shall force , More than your force move us to gentleness . Orlando . I almost die for food , and let me have it . Duke Senior . Sit down and feed , and ...
... reason , I must die . ΙΟΙ Duke Senior . What would you have ? Your gentleness shall force , More than your force move us to gentleness . Orlando . I almost die for food , and let me have it . Duke Senior . Sit down and feed , and ...
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... reason . Touchstone . Why , if thou never wast at court , thou never saw'st good manners ; if thou never saw'st good manners , then thy manners must be wicked ; and wickedness is sin , and sin is damnation . Thou art in a parlous state ...
... reason . Touchstone . Why , if thou never wast at court , thou never saw'st good manners ; if thou never saw'st good manners , then thy manners must be wicked ; and wickedness is sin , and sin is damnation . Thou art in a parlous state ...
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Page 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.
Page 152 - There at the foot of yonder nodding beech That wreathes its old fantastic roots so high, His listless length at noontide would he stretch, And pore upon the brook that babbles by.
Page 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 50 The means of weakness and debility ; Therefore my age is as a lusty winter, Frosty, but kindly...
Page 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.
Page 54 - Ay, now am I in Arden ; the more fool I : when I was at home, I was in a better place : but travellers must be content.
Page 65 - 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,...
Page 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.
Page 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.
Page 49 - 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 wood : To the which place a poor sequester'd stag, That from the hunters...
Page 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...