The works of Shakespear, with a glossary, pr. from the Oxford ed. in quarto, 1744 [by Sir T.Hanmer]. |
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Pàgina 7
... three or four loving lords have put themselves into voluntary exile with him , whofe lands and revenues enrich the new Duke , therefore he gives them good leave to wander . Oli . Oli . Can you tell if Rofalind , the old As You Like it .
... three or four loving lords have put themselves into voluntary exile with him , whofe lands and revenues enrich the new Duke , therefore he gives them good leave to wander . Oli . Oli . Can you tell if Rofalind , the old As You Like it .
Pàgina 8
Can you tell if Rofalind , the old Duke's daughter , be banish'd with her father ? Cha . O , no ; for the new Duke's daughter her coufin fo loves her , being ever from their cradles bred together , that the would have followed her exile ...
Can you tell if Rofalind , the old Duke's daughter , be banish'd with her father ? Cha . O , no ; for the new Duke's daughter her coufin fo loves her , being ever from their cradles bred together , that the would have followed her exile ...
Pàgina 9
Enter Rofalind and Celia . Cel . I pray thee , Rofalind , fweet coz , be merry . Rof . Dear Celia , I fhow more mirth than I am miftrefs of ; and would you yet I were merrier ? unless you could teach me to forget a banish'd father ...
Enter Rofalind and Celia . Cel . I pray thee , Rofalind , fweet coz , be merry . Rof . Dear Celia , I fhow more mirth than I am miftrefs of ; and would you yet I were merrier ? unless you could teach me to forget a banish'd father ...
Pàgina 16
Thus muft I from the fmoke into the fmother ; From tyrant Duke unto a tyrant brother : But , heav'nly Rofalind ! [ Exit SCENE VIII . Re - enter Celia and Rofalind . Cel . Why , coufin , why , Rofalind ; Cupid have mercy , not a word !
Thus muft I from the fmoke into the fmother ; From tyrant Duke unto a tyrant brother : But , heav'nly Rofalind ! [ Exit SCENE VIII . Re - enter Celia and Rofalind . Cel . Why , coufin , why , Rofalind ; Cupid have mercy , not a word !
Pàgina 18
O my poor Rofalind , where wilt thou go ? Wilt thou change fathers ? I will give thee mine : I charge thee be not thou more griev'd than I am . Rof Rof . I have more cause . Cel . Thou 18 As You Like it .
O my poor Rofalind , where wilt thou go ? Wilt thou change fathers ? I will give thee mine : I charge thee be not thou more griev'd than I am . Rof Rof . I have more cause . Cel . Thou 18 As You Like it .
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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...