The Works of William Shakespeare: As you like it. The taming of the shrew. All's well that ends well. Twelfth night. The winter's taleWhittaker & Company, 1842 |
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... Kath . [ To BAP . ] I pray you , sir , is it your will To make a stale of me amongst these mates ? Hor . Mates , maid ! how mean you that ? no mates Unless for you , you were of gentler , milder mould . Kath . I'faith , sir , you shall ...
... Kath . [ To BAP . ] I pray you , sir , is it your will To make a stale of me amongst these mates ? Hor . Mates , maid ! how mean you that ? no mates Unless for you , you were of gentler , milder mould . Kath . I'faith , sir , you shall ...
Page 121
... Kath . A pretty peat3 ! it is best Put finger in the eye , -an she knew why . Bian . Sister , content you in my discontent.— Sir , to your pleasure humbly I subscribe : My books , and instruments , shall be my company , On them to look ...
... Kath . A pretty peat3 ! it is best Put finger in the eye , -an she knew why . Bian . Sister , content you in my discontent.— Sir , to your pleasure humbly I subscribe : My books , and instruments , shall be my company , On them to look ...
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... Kath . Of all thy suitors , here I charge thee , tell ' Whom thou lov'st best : see thou dissemble not . Bian . Believe me , sister , of all the men alive , I never yet beheld that special face Which I could fancy more than any other . Kath ...
... Kath . Of all thy suitors , here I charge thee , tell ' Whom thou lov'st best : see thou dissemble not . Bian . Believe me , sister , of all the men alive , I never yet beheld that special face Which I could fancy more than any other . Kath ...
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... Kath . Her silence flouts me , and I'll be reveng'd . [ Flies after BIANCA . Bap . What ! in my sight ? -Bianca , get thee in . [ Exit BIANCA . Kath . What ! will you not suffer me ? Nay , now I see , She is your treasure , she must ...
... Kath . Her silence flouts me , and I'll be reveng'd . [ Flies after BIANCA . Bap . What ! in my sight ? -Bianca , get thee in . [ Exit BIANCA . Kath . What ! will you not suffer me ? Nay , now I see , She is your treasure , she must ...
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... Kath . Well have you heard , but something hard of hearing : They call me Katharine , that do talk of me . Pet . You lie , in faith ; for you are call'd plain Kate , And bonny Kate , and sometimes Kate the curst ; But Kate , the ...
... Kath . Well have you heard , but something hard of hearing : They call me Katharine , that do talk of me . Pet . You lie , in faith ; for you are call'd plain Kate , And bonny Kate , and sometimes Kate the curst ; But Kate , the ...
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Page 27 - 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.
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 325 - IF music be the food of love, play on ; Give me excess of it ; that, surfeiting, The appetite may sicken, and so die. That strain again ; — it had a dying fall : O, it came o'er my ear like the sweet south, That breathes upon a bank of violets, Stealing and giving odour.
Page 44 - 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.
Page 488 - When daffodils begin to peer, With heigh ! the doxy over the dale, Why, then comes in the sweet o' the year; For the red blood reigns in the winter's pale. The white sheet bleaching on the hedge, With heigh ! the sweet birds, O, how they sing! Doth set my pugging tooth on edge ; For a quart of ale is a dish for a king. The lark, that...
Page 354 - O mistress mine, where are you roaming? O stay and hear; your true love's coming, That can sing both high and low. Trip no further, pretty sweeting; Journeys end in lovers meeting, Every wise man's son doth know.
Page 199 - What is she, but a foul contending rebel, And graceless traitor to her loving lord ? — I am asham'd, that women are so simple To offer war, where they should kneel for peace ; Or seek for rule, supremacy, and sway, When they are bound to serve, love, and obey.