Shakespeare's As You Like itLongmans, Green, 1896 - 102 pages |
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... touch on here . Like two charm- ing young girls in real life , however , they are different people ; their common traits , when we once grow to know the possessors well , serve only to emphasize the subtle xxii INTRODUCTION.
... touch on here . Like two charm- ing young girls in real life , however , they are different people ; their common traits , when we once grow to know the possessors well , serve only to emphasize the subtle xxii INTRODUCTION.
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... of change . 2 Virtuous . ' Homely ; a playful bit of cynicism . 4 Simpleton . • This last sentence she probably sings , as a line of an old ballad . TOUCH . Mistress , you must come away to your 10 [ ACT I. AS YOU LIKE IT.
... of change . 2 Virtuous . ' Homely ; a playful bit of cynicism . 4 Simpleton . • This last sentence she probably sings , as a line of an old ballad . TOUCH . Mistress , you must come away to your 10 [ ACT I. AS YOU LIKE IT.
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William Shakespeare. TOUCH . Mistress , you must come away to your father . CEL . Were you made the messenger ? TOUCH . No , by mine honour , ' but I was bid to come for you . 59 Ros . Where learned you that oath , fool ? TOUCH . Of a ...
William Shakespeare. TOUCH . Mistress , you must come away to your father . CEL . Were you made the messenger ? TOUCH . No , by mine honour , ' but I was bid to come for you . 59 Ros . Where learned you that oath , fool ? TOUCH . Of a ...
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... TOUCH . Or as the Destinies decrees . CEL . Well said : that was laid on with a trowel . * TOUCH . Nay , if I keep not my rank , - Ros . Thou losest thy old smell . 6 5 100 LE BEAU . You amaze me , ladies : I would have told you of good ...
... TOUCH . Or as the Destinies decrees . CEL . Well said : that was laid on with a trowel . * TOUCH . Nay , if I keep not my rank , - Ros . Thou losest thy old smell . 6 5 100 LE BEAU . You amaze me , ladies : I would have told you of good ...
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... TOUCH . But what is the sport , monsieur , that the ladies have lost ? LE BEAU . Why , this that I speak of . TOUCH . Thus men may grow wiser every day : it is the first time that ever I heard breaking of ribs was sport for ladies . CEL ...
... TOUCH . But what is the sport , monsieur , that the ladies have lost ? LE BEAU . Why , this that I speak of . TOUCH . Thus men may grow wiser every day : it is the first time that ever I heard breaking of ribs was sport for ladies . CEL ...
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ADAM Assistant Professor Audrey BEAU beauty better Books Prescribed brother characters Charles Columbia College comedy CORIN court cousin daughter doth DUKE F Edited by Professor ENGLISH CLASSICS Enter ORLANDO Enter ROSALIND Exeunt Exit eyes fair father fool forest of Arden fortune Ganymede gentle give hath heart hither honour intro introduction and notes Jaques literature live LONGMANS look lord Love's Labour's Lost lover marry master mistress motley fool never Newark Academy Oliver Orlando Ph.D Phebe play plot Portrait pray pretty prithee Professor of English Professor of Rhetoric reading ROSALIND and CELIA Roxbury Latin School SCENE Shakspere Shakspere's shepherd SILAS MARNER SILVIUS speak sweet teachers tell thee thing thou art TOUCH TOUCHSTONE University verses volume William Lyon Phelps withal woman word wrestling write young youth
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Page 25 - Sweet are the uses of adversity ; Which, like the toad, ugly and venomous, Wears yet a precious jewel in his head ; And this our life, exempt from public haunt, Finds tongues in trees, books in the running brooks, Sermons in stones, and good in every thing.
Page 47 - No more but that I know the more one sickens the worse at ease he is ; and that he that wants money, means and content is without three good friends ; that the property of rain is to wet and fire to burn ; that good pasture makes fat sheep, and that a great cause of the night is lack of the sun...
Page 94 - It was a lover and his lass, With a hey, and a ho, and a hey nonino, That o'er the green corn-field did pass In the spring time, the only pretty ring time, When birds do sing, hey ding a ding, ding : Sweet lovers love the spring.
Page 30 - 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 50 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.
Page 42 - I thought that all things had been savage here, And therefore put I on the countenance Of stern commandment. But whate'er you are That in this desert inaccessible, Under the shade of melancholy boughs, Lose and neglect the creeping hours of time...
Page 45 - Blow, blow, thou winter wind, Thou art not so unkind As man's ingratitude ; Thy tooth is not so keen, Because thou art not seen, Although thy breath be rude. Heigh, ho ! sing, heigh, ho ! unto the green holly : Most friendship is feigning, most loving mere folly Then, heigh, ho, the holly ! This life is most jolly. Freeze, freeze, thou bitter sky, That dost not bite so nigh As benefits forgot : Though thou the waters warp, Thy sting is not so sharp As friend remember'd not Heigh, ho ! sing, heigh,...
Page 40 - Invest me in my motley ; give me leave To speak my mind, and I will through and through Cleanse the foul body of the infected world, If they will patiently receive my medicine.
Page 43 - All the world's a stage, And all the men and women merely players: They have their exits, and their entrances; And one man in his time plays many parts, His acts being seven ages. At first, the infant, Mewling and puking in the nurse's arms; And then, the whining school-boy, with his satchel, And shining morning face, creeping like snail Unwillingly to school: And then, the lover; Sighing like furnace, with a woeful ballad Made to his mistress...
Page 30 - When service should in my old limbs lie lame, And unregarded age in corners thrown : Take that, and He that doth the ravens feed," Yea, providently caters for the sparrow, Be comfort to my age ! Here is the gold ; All this I give you.
Page 44 - The sixth age shifts Into the lean and slippered pantaloon, With spectacles on nose and pouch on side, His youthful hose, well saved, a world too wide For his shrunk shank; and his big manly voice, Turning again toward childish treble, pipes And whistles in his sound. Last scene of all, That ends this strange eventful history, Is second childishness and mere oblivion, Sans teeth, sans eyes, sans taste, sans everything.