The Works of William Shakespeare: As you like it ; Taming of the shrew ; All's well that ends well ; Twelfth night ; Winter's taleWhittaker & Company, 1842 |
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... thought of pleasing you , when she was christened . 1 Jaq . What stature is she of ? Orl . Just as high as my heart . - it curvets unseasonably . ] " It curvets very unseasonably " is the reading of Malone and Steevens ; but where they ...
... thought of pleasing you , when she was christened . 1 Jaq . What stature is she of ? Orl . Just as high as my heart . - it curvets unseasonably . ] " It curvets very unseasonably " is the reading of Malone and Steevens ; but where they ...
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... thought runs before her actions . Orl . So do all thoughts : they are winged . Ros . Now tell me , how long you would have her , after you have possessed her ? Orl . For ever , and a day . Ros . Say a day , without the ever . No , no ...
... thought runs before her actions . Orl . So do all thoughts : they are winged . Ros . Now tell me , how long you would have her , after you have possessed her ? Orl . For ever , and a day . Ros . Say a day , without the ever . No , no ...
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... thought no less - that flattering tongue of yours won me : - ' tis but one cast away , and so , -come , death ! - Two o'clock is your hour ? Orl . Ay , sweet Rosalind . Ros . By my troth , and in good earnest , and so God 3 " Wit ...
... thought no less - that flattering tongue of yours won me : - ' tis but one cast away , and so , -come , death ! - Two o'clock is your hour ? Orl . Ay , sweet Rosalind . Ros . By my troth , and in good earnest , and so God 3 " Wit ...
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... thought , conceived of spleen , and born of madness ; that blind rascally boy , that abuses every one's eyes , because his own are out , let him be judge how deep I am in love . - I'll tell thee , Aliena , I cannot be out of the sight ...
... thought , conceived of spleen , and born of madness ; that blind rascally boy , that abuses every one's eyes , because his own are out , let him be judge how deep I am in love . - I'll tell thee , Aliena , I cannot be out of the sight ...
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... thought thy heart had been wounded with the claws of a lion . Orl . Wounded it is , but with the eyes of a lady . Ros . Did your brother tell you how I counterfeited to swoon , when he showed me your handkerchief ? Orl . Ay , and ...
... thought thy heart had been wounded with the claws of a lion . Orl . Wounded it is , but with the eyes of a lady . Ros . Did your brother tell you how I counterfeited to swoon , when he showed me your handkerchief ? Orl . Ay , and ...
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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 323 - 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 486 - 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 45 - 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
Page 360 - Come away, come away, death, And in sad cypress let me be laid ; Fly away, fly away, breath ; I am slain by a fair cruel maid. My shroud of white, stuck all with yew, O, prepare it ! My part of death, no one so true Did share it. Not a flower, not a flower sweet, On my black coffin let there be strown ; Not a friend, not a friend greet My poor corpse, where my bones shall be thrown : A thousand thousand sighs to save, Lay me, O, where Sad true lover never find my grave, To weep there ! Duke.
Page 199 - Such duty as the subject owes the prince, Even such a woman oweth to her husband : And, when she's froward, peevish, sullen, sour, And, not obedient to his honest will, 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.