Shakspere's As You Like itLongman, Green, and Company, 1896 - 102 pages |
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... faith , hate him not , for my sake . CEL . Why should I not ? doth he not deserve well ? 32 Ros . Let me love him for that , and do you love him be- cause I do . Look , here comes the Duke . CEL . With his eyes full of anger . Enter ...
... faith , hate him not , for my sake . CEL . Why should I not ? doth he not deserve well ? 32 Ros . Let me love him for that , and do you love him be- cause I do . Look , here comes the Duke . CEL . With his eyes full of anger . Enter ...
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... faith , coz , ' tis he . Ros . Orlando ? CEL . Orlando . 206 Ros . Alas the day ! what shall I do with my doublet and hose ? What did he when thou sawest him ? What said he ? How looked he ? Wherein went he ? What makes he here ? Did he ...
... faith , coz , ' tis he . Ros . Orlando ? CEL . Orlando . 206 Ros . Alas the day ! what shall I do with my doublet and hose ? What did he when thou sawest him ? What said he ? How looked he ? Wherein went he ? What makes he here ? Did he ...
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... faith , I had as lief have been myself alone . ORL . And so had I ; but yet , for fashion sake , I thank you too for your society . 1 Atoms . 2 Solve . 4 Whoa . The oak was sacred to Jove . " Dressed . The burden was the under - part or ...
... faith , I had as lief have been myself alone . ORL . And so had I ; but yet , for fashion sake , I thank you too for your society . 1 Atoms . 2 Solve . 4 Whoa . The oak was sacred to Jove . " Dressed . The burden was the under - part or ...
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... faith of my love , I will : tell me where it is . Ros . Go with me to it and I'll show it you : and by the way you shall tell me where in the forest you live . go ? Will you go ORL . With all my heart , good youth . Ros . Nay , you must ...
... faith of my love , I will : tell me where it is . Ros . Go with me to it and I'll show it you : and by the way you shall tell me where in the forest you live . go ? Will you go ORL . With all my heart , good youth . Ros . Nay , you must ...
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... faith , his hair is of a good colour . CEL . An excellent colour : your chestnut was ever the only colour . 11 Ros . And his kissing is as full of sanctity as the touch of holy bread . " CEL . He hath bought a pair of cast ' lips of ...
... faith , his hair is of a good colour . CEL . An excellent colour : your chestnut was ever the only colour . 11 Ros . And his kissing is as full of sanctity as the touch of holy bread . " CEL . He hath bought a pair of cast ' lips of ...
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ADAM Assistant Professor Audrey bear BEAU beauty better Brander Matthews brother characters Charles comedy CORIN court cousin daughter doth DUKE F ENGLISH CLASSICS English History Enter ORLANDO Enter ROSALIND Exeunt Exit eyes fair faith father fool forest of Arden fortune Ganymede gentle give H. C. BEECH hand hath heart hither honour introduction and notes Jaques Julius Cæsar ladies literature live LONGMANS look lord Love's Labour's Lost lover marry master Merchant of Venice mistress never Oliver Orlando Phebe play plot Portrait pray pretty prithee Professor of Rhetoric reading ROSALIND and CELIA Roxbury Latin School SCENE Shakspere Shakspere's shepherd SILAS MARNER SILVIUS speak sweet teachers tell thee thing thou art TOUCH TOUCHSTONE University verses volume William Lyon Phelps withal woman word wrestling write young youth
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Page 25 - NOW, my co-mates, and brothers in exile, Hath not old custom made this life more sweet Than that of painted pomp ? Are not these woods More free from peril than the envious court ? Here feel we but the penalty of Adam, The seasons...
Page 30 - 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: let me go with you; I'll do the service of a younger man In all your business and necessities.
Page 40 - Invest me in my motley ; give me leave To speak my mind, and I will through and through Cleanse the foul body of the infected world, If they will patiently receive my medicine.
Page 76 - Hero had turned nun, if it had not been for a hot midsummer night ; for good youth, he went but forth to wash him in the Hellespont, and being taken with the cramp, was drowned, and the foolish chroniclers of that age found it was — Hero of Sestos. But these are all lies ; men have died from time to time, and worms have eaten them, but not for love.
Page 36 - 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.
Page 42 - I thought that all things had been savage here, And therefore put I on the countenance Of stern commandment. But whate'er you are That in this desert inaccessible, Under the shade of melancholy boughs, Lose and neglect the creeping hours of time...
Page 43 - 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...
Page 30 - 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 44 - The sixth age shifts Into the lean and slipper'd pantaloon, 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 everything.
Page 39 - No, sir," quoth he, "Call me not fool till heaven hath sent me fortune." And then he drew a dial from his poke, And, looking on it with lack-lustre eye, Says very wisely, "It is ten o'clock. Thus we may see," quoth he, "how the world wags.