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... Enter Orlando and Adam . ORLANDO . A K Gö 00 I remember , Adam , it was upon this fas- hion : bequeathed me by will , but poor a thousand crowns , and , as thou sayest , charged my brother , on his blessing , to breed me well : and ...
... Enter Orlando and Adam . ORLANDO . A K Gö 00 I remember , Adam , it was upon this fas- hion : bequeathed me by will , but poor a thousand crowns , and , as thou sayest , charged my brother , on his blessing , to breed me well : and ...
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... ( Enter Oliver . ) Now , sir ! what make you here ? ORLANDO . Nothing : I am not taught to make anything . OLIVER . What mar you then , sir ? ORLANDO . Marry , sir , I am helping you to mar that which God made , a poor unworthy brother of ...
... ( Enter Oliver . ) Now , sir ! what make you here ? ORLANDO . Nothing : I am not taught to make anything . OLIVER . What mar you then , sir ? ORLANDO . Marry , sir , I am helping you to mar that which God made , a poor unworthy brother of ...
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... ( Enter Dennis . ) Was not Charles , the Duke's wrestler , here to speak with me ? DENNIS . So please you , he is here at the door and importunes access to you . OLIVER . Call him in . ( Exit Dennis . ) ' Twill be a good way ; and to ...
... ( Enter Dennis . ) Was not Charles , the Duke's wrestler , here to speak with me ? DENNIS . So please you , he is here at the door and importunes access to you . OLIVER . Call him in . ( Exit Dennis . ) ' Twill be a good way ; and to ...
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... Enter Rosalind and Celia . CELIA . I pray thee , Rosalind , sweet my coz , be merry . ROSALIND . Dear Celia , I show more mirth than I am mistress of ; and would you yet I were merrier ? Unless you could teach me to forget a banished ...
... Enter Rosalind and Celia . CELIA . I pray thee , Rosalind , sweet my coz , be merry . ROSALIND . Dear Celia , I show more mirth than I am mistress of ; and would you yet I were merrier ? Unless you could teach me to forget a banished ...
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... ( Enter Touchstone . ) No ? when Nature hath made a fair creature , may she not by Fortune fall into the fire ? Though Nature hath given us wit to flout at Fortune , hath not Fortune sent in this fool to cut off the argument ? ROSALIND ...
... ( Enter Touchstone . ) No ? when Nature hath made a fair creature , may she not by Fortune fall into the fire ? Though Nature hath given us wit to flout at Fortune , hath not Fortune sent in this fool to cut off the argument ? ROSALIND ...
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Page xxxviii - This wide and universal theatre Presents more woeful pageants than the scene Wherein we play in. Jaq. 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.
Page lxiii - ... nor the musician's which is fantastical ; nor the courtier's, which is proud ; nor the soldier's, which is ambitious ; nor the lawyer's, which is politic ; nor the lady's, which is nice ; nor the lover's, which is all these : but 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.
Page viii - They say he is already in the forest of Arden, and a many merry men with him ; and there they live like the old Robin Hood of England. They say many young gentlemen flock to him every day, and fleet the time carelessly, as they did in the golden world.
Page xxxii - Under the greenwood tree * Who loves to lie with me, And turn his merry note Unto the sweet bird's throat, Come hither, come hither, come hither : Here shall he see No enemy But winter and rough weather.* JAQ.
Page xxxix - 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.
Page lxxxii - This carol they began that hour, With a hey, and a ho, and a hey nonino, How that a life was but a flower In spring time, &C.
Page xxxviii - With eyes severe and beard of formal cut, Full of wise saws and modern instances ; And so he plays his part. The sixth age shifts Into the lean and slipper'd pantaloon, With spectacles on nose and pouch on side ; His youthful hose, well sav'd, 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,...
Page lxxxii - In the spring time, the only pretty ring time, When birds do sing, hey ding a ding, ding : Sweet lovers love the spring.
Page xxiv - 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: I would not change it. Amiens. Happy is your Grace That can translate the stubbornness of fortune Into so quiet and so sweet a style.
Page lxv - Grecian club ; yet he did what he could to die before, and he is one of the patterns of love. Leander, he would have lived many a fair year, though 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.