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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... thing . Oli . What mar you then , sir ? Orl . Marry , sir , I am helping you to mar that which God made , a poor unworthy brother of yours , with idle- ness . Oli . Marry , sir , be better employed , and be naught awhile2 . Orl . Shall ...
... thing . Oli . What mar you then , sir ? Orl . Marry , sir , I am helping you to mar that which God made , a poor unworthy brother of yours , with idle- ness . Oli . Marry , sir , be better employed , and be naught awhile2 . Orl . Shall ...
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... thing of his own search , and altogether against my will . Oli . Charles , I thank thee for thy love to me , which , thou shalt find , I will most kindly requite . I had myself notice of my brother's purpose herein , and have by ...
... thing of his own search , and altogether against my will . Oli . Charles , I thank thee for thy love to me , which , thou shalt find , I will most kindly requite . I had myself notice of my brother's purpose herein , and have by ...
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... thing . But let your fair eyes , and gentle wishes , go with me to my trial : wherein if I be foiled , there is but one shamed that was never gracious ; if killed , but one dead that is willing to be so . I shall do my friends no wrong ...
... thing . But let your fair eyes , and gentle wishes , go with me to my trial : wherein if I be foiled , there is but one shamed that was never gracious ; if killed , but one dead that is willing to be so . I shall do my friends no wrong ...
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... thing . Ami . I would not change it . Happy is your grace , That can translate the stubbornness of fortune Into so quiet and so sweet a style . Duke S. Come , shall we go and kill us venison ? And yet it irks it irks me , the poor ...
... thing . Ami . I would not change it . Happy is your grace , That can translate the stubbornness of fortune Into so quiet and so sweet a style . Duke S. Come , shall we go and kill us venison ? And yet it irks it irks me , the poor ...
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... thing . Ros . I pray thee , if it stand with honesty , Buy thou the cottage , pasture , and the flock , And thou shalt have to pay for it of us . Cel . And we will mend thy wages . I like this place , And willingly could waste my time ...
... thing . Ros . I pray thee , if it stand with honesty , Buy thou the cottage , pasture , and the flock , And thou shalt have to pay for it of us . Cel . And we will mend thy wages . I like this place , And willingly could waste my time ...
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Page 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.
Page 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,...
Page 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.
Page 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.
Page 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...
Page 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.
Page 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.