The works of Shakespear, with a glossary, pr. from the Oxford ed. in quarto, 1744 [by Sir T.Hanmer]. |
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Pàgina 5
Enter Orlando and Adam . SI remember , Adam , it was upon this my father bequeath'd me by will but a poor thousand crowns , and , as thou say'st , charged my brother on his bleffing to breed me well ; and there begins my fadnéfs .
Enter Orlando and Adam . SI remember , Adam , it was upon this my father bequeath'd me by will but a poor thousand crowns , and , as thou say'st , charged my brother on his bleffing to breed me well ; and there begins my fadnéfs .
Pàgina 13
Enter Duke Frederick , Lords , Orlando , Charles , and Attendants . Duke . Come on , fince the youth will not be entreated ; his own peril on his forwardness . Rof . Is yonder the man ? Le Beu . Even he , Madam . Cel .
Enter Duke Frederick , Lords , Orlando , Charles , and Attendants . Duke . Come on , fince the youth will not be entreated ; his own peril on his forwardness . Rof . Is yonder the man ? Le Beu . Even he , Madam . Cel .
Pàgina 22
Enter Duke Frederick with Lords . Duke . Can it be poffible that no man faw them ? It cannot be ; fome villains of my court Are of confent and fufferance in this . [ Exeunt . I Lord . I cannot hear of any that did fee her .
Enter Duke Frederick with Lords . Duke . Can it be poffible that no man faw them ? It cannot be ; fome villains of my court Are of confent and fufferance in this . [ Exeunt . I Lord . I cannot hear of any that did fee her .
Pàgina 29
Enter Jaques . 1 Lord . He faves my labour by his own approach . Duke Sen. Why how now , Monfieur , what a life is this , That your poor friends muft woo your company ? What ? you look merrily . Jaq . A fool , a fool ; I met a fool i'th ...
Enter Jaques . 1 Lord . He faves my labour by his own approach . Duke Sen. Why how now , Monfieur , what a life is this , That your poor friends muft woo your company ? What ? you look merrily . Jaq . A fool , a fool ; I met a fool i'th ...
Pàgina 31
Enter Orlando , with bis fword drawn . Orla . Forbear , and eat no more . Jaq . Why , I have eat none yet . Orla . Nor fhalt not , ' till neceffity be serv'd . Jaq . Of what kind fhould this cock come ? Duke Sen.
Enter Orlando , with bis fword drawn . Orla . Forbear , and eat no more . Jaq . Why , I have eat none yet . Orla . Nor fhalt not , ' till neceffity be serv'd . Jaq . Of what kind fhould this cock come ? Duke Sen.
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attend bear better Bianca bring brother Cath comes Count Court daughter dear doth Duke Enter Exeunt Exit eyes fair faith father fear felf fellow fhall fhould fome fool fortune foul fpeak friends fuch fweet gentle give hand hath hear heart hold honour hope hour houſe I'll keep King knave Lady leave live look Lord Lucentio Madam mafter maid marry mean moft muft nature never night Orla Petruchio play pleaſe poor pray ring Rofalind SCENE Signior Sir Toby ſpeak tell thank thee there's theſe thing thou thou art thought tongue true wife woman young youth
Passatges populars
Pàgina 145 - Thy husband is thy lord, thy life, thy keeper, Thy head, thy sovereign; one that cares for thee, And for thy maintenance: commits his body To painful labour, both by sea and land...
Pàgina 30 - I must have liberty Withal, as large a charter as the wind, To blow on whom I please...
Pàgina 201 - The web of our life is of a mingled yarn, good and ill together : our virtues would be proud if our faults whipped them not; and our crimes would despair if they were not cherished by our virtues.
Pàgina 53 - ... it is a melancholy of mine own, compounded of many simples, extracted from many objects, and indeed the sundry contemplation of my travels, in which my often rumination wraps me in a most humorous sadness.
Pàgina 55 - But these are all lies : men have died from time to time and worms have eaten them, but not for love.
Pàgina 223 - If she, my liege, can make me know this clearly, I'll love her dearly ; ever, ever dearly.
Pàgina 29 - 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...