The works of Shakespear, with a glossary, pr. from the Oxford ed. in quarto, 1744 [by Sir T.Hanmer]. |
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Pàgina 41
... fweet , fay on . SCENE VII . Enter Orlando and Jaques . Cel . You bring me out . Soft , comes he not here ? Rof . ' Tis he ; flink by , and note him . Jaq . I thank you for your company ; but good faith , I had as lief have been my felf ...
... fweet , fay on . SCENE VII . Enter Orlando and Jaques . Cel . You bring me out . Soft , comes he not here ? Rof . ' Tis he ; flink by , and note him . Jaq . I thank you for your company ; but good faith , I had as lief have been my felf ...
Pàgina 47
... fweet Audrey , we must be married , or we muft live in bawdry : farewel , good Mr. Oliver ; not O fweet Oliver , O brave Oliver , leave me not behind thee but wind away , be gone , I fay , I will not to wedding with thee . Sir Oli ...
... fweet Audrey , we must be married , or we muft live in bawdry : farewel , good Mr. Oliver ; not O fweet Oliver , O brave Oliver , leave me not behind thee but wind away , be gone , I fay , I will not to wedding with thee . Sir Oli ...
Pàgina 57
... fweet Rofalind . Rof . By my troth , and in good earneft , and fo God mend me , and by all pretty oaths that are not dangerous , if you break one jot of your promise , or come one minute behind your hour , I will think you the moft ...
... fweet Rofalind . Rof . By my troth , and in good earneft , and fo God mend me , and by all pretty oaths that are not dangerous , if you break one jot of your promise , or come one minute behind your hour , I will think you the moft ...
Pàgina 62
... fweet Ganimed ? [ Rof . faints . Oli . Many will fwoon when they do look on blood . Cel . There is no more in't : coufin Ganimed ! Oli . Look , he recovers . Rof . Would I were at home ! Cel . We'll lead you thither . I pray you , will ...
... fweet Ganimed ? [ Rof . faints . Oli . Many will fwoon when they do look on blood . Cel . There is no more in't : coufin Ganimed ! Oli . Look , he recovers . Rof . Would I were at home ! Cel . We'll lead you thither . I pray you , will ...
Pàgina 78
... fweet cloaths ; rings put upon his fingers ; A moft delicious banquet by his bed , And brave attendants near him when he wakes ; Would not the beggar then forget himself ? 1 Hun . Believe me , Lord , I think he cannot chufe . 2 Hun . It ...
... fweet cloaths ; rings put upon his fingers ; A moft delicious banquet by his bed , And brave attendants near him when he wakes ; Would not the beggar then forget himself ? 1 Hun . Believe me , Lord , I think he cannot chufe . 2 Hun . 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...