The Works of Shakespear: As you like it. The taming of the shrew. All's well, that ends well. Twelfth-night: or, What you willRobert Martin, 1768 |
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Pàgina 18
... faith , hate him not , for my fake . Cel . Why fhould I ? doth he not deserve well ? IX . Rof . L SCENE Enter Duke , with Lords . ET me love him for that ; and do you love him , because I do . Look , here comes the Duke . Cel . With his ...
... faith , hate him not , for my fake . Cel . Why fhould I ? doth he not deserve well ? IX . Rof . L SCENE Enter Duke , with Lords . ET me love him for that ; and do you love him , because I do . Look , here comes the Duke . Cel . With his ...
Pàgina 46
... faith , coz , ' tis he . Rof . Orlando ! Cel . Orlando . Rof . Alas the day , what shall I do with my doublet and hofe ? what did he , when thou faw`ft him ? what faid he ? how look'd he ? wherein went he ? what makes he here ? did he ...
... faith , coz , ' tis he . Rof . Orlando ! Cel . Orlando . Rof . Alas the day , what shall I do with my doublet and hofe ? what did he , when thou faw`ft him ? what faid he ? how look'd he ? wherein went he ? what makes he here ? did he ...
Pàgina 47
... faith , I had as lief have been myself alone . Orla . And fo had I ; but yet for fashion fake , I thank you too for your fociety . Jaq . God b'w ' you , let's meet as little as we can . Orla . I do defire we may be better ftrangers ...
... faith , I had as lief have been myself alone . Orla . And fo had I ; but yet for fashion fake , I thank you too for your fociety . Jaq . God b'w ' you , let's meet as little as we can . Orla . I do defire we may be better ftrangers ...
Pàgina 51
... 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 fhall tell me where in the Forest you live will you go ? Orla . With all my heart , good youth . Rof . Nay , nay ...
... 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 fhall tell me where in the Forest you live will you go ? Orla . With all my heart , good youth . Rof . Nay , nay ...
Pàgina 55
William Shakespeare. 1 Rof . I'faith , his hair is of a good colour . Cel . An excellent colour : your chefnut was ever the only colour . Ros . Ánd his kiffing is as full of fanctity , as the touch of holy beard . Cel . He hath bought a ...
William Shakespeare. 1 Rof . I'faith , his hair is of a good colour . Cel . An excellent colour : your chefnut was ever the only colour . Ros . Ánd his kiffing is as full of fanctity , as the touch of holy beard . Cel . He hath bought a ...
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Passatges populars
Pàgina 33 - I must have liberty Withal, as large a charter as the wind, To blow on whom I please...
Pàgina 304 - element,' but the word is over-worn. \Exit. Vio. This fellow is wise enough to play the fool ; And to do that well craves a kind of wit : He must observe their mood on whom he jests, The quality of persons, and the time, And, like the haggard, check at every feather That comes before his eye.
Pàgina 32 - Tis but an hour ago since it was nine, And after one hour more 'twill be eleven ; And so, from hour to hour, we ripe and ripe, And then, from hour to hour, we rot and rot ; And thereby hangs a tale.
Pàgina 25 - Though I look old, yet I am strong and lusty: For in my youth I never did apply Hot and rebellious liquors in my blood; Nor did not with unbashful forehead woo The means of weakness and debility; Therefore my age is as a lusty winter, Frosty, but kindly: let me go with you; I'll do the service of a younger man In all your business and necessities.
Pàgina 63 - Hero had turned nun, if it had not been for a hot midsummer night ; for good youth, he went but forth to wash him in the Hellespont, and being taken with the cramp, was drowned, and the foolish chroniclers of that age found it was — Hero of Sestos. But these are all lies ; men have died from time to time, and worms have eaten them, but not for love.
Pàgina 21 - 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.