The works of Shakespear, with a glossary, pr. from the Oxford ed. in quarto, 1744 [by Sir T.Hanmer]. |
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Pàgina 17
Cel . Doth it therefore enfue that you should love his fon dearly ? by this kind of chase I should hate him ; for my father hated his father dearly ; yet I hate not Orlando . Ref . No , faith ; hate him not , for my fake ...
Cel . Doth it therefore enfue that you should love his fon dearly ? by this kind of chase I should hate him ; for my father hated his father dearly ; yet I hate not Orlando . Ref . No , faith ; hate him not , for my fake ...
Pàgina 40
It is young Orlando , that tripp'd up the wrestler's heels and your heart both in an inftant . Rof . Nay , but the devil take mocking ; speak , fad brow , and true maid . Cel . I'faith , coz , ' tis he . Rof . Orlando ! Cel . Orlando .
It is young Orlando , that tripp'd up the wrestler's heels and your heart both in an inftant . Rof . Nay , but the devil take mocking ; speak , fad brow , and true maid . Cel . I'faith , coz , ' tis he . Rof . Orlando ! Cel . Orlando .
Pàgina 41
I thank you for your company ; but good faith , I had as lief have been my felf alone . Orla . And fo had I ; but yet for fashion fake , I thank you too for your fociety . Faq . God b'w ' you , let's meet as little as we can . Orla .
I thank you for your company ; but good faith , I had as lief have been my felf alone . Orla . And fo had I ; but yet for fashion fake , I thank you too for your fociety . Faq . God b'w ' you , let's meet as little as we can . Orla .
Pàgina 45
Now , by the faith of my love , I will ; tell me where it is . Rof . Go with me to it , and I will fhew it you ; and by the way you shall tell me where in the foreft you live : will you go ? Orla . With all my heart , good youth . Ref .
Now , by the faith of my love , I will ; tell me where it is . Rof . Go with me to it , and I will fhew it you ; and by the way you shall tell me where in the foreft you live : will you go ? Orla . With all my heart , good youth . Ref .
Pàgina 47
As good caufe as one would defire , therefore weep , Rof . His very hair is of a diffembling colour . Cel . Something browner than Judas's : marry his kiffes are Judas's own children , Rof . I'faith his hair is of a good colour , Cel .
As good caufe as one would defire , therefore weep , Rof . His very hair is of a diffembling colour . Cel . Something browner than Judas's : marry his kiffes are Judas's own children , Rof . I'faith his hair is of a good colour , Cel .
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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...