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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... faith , hate him not , for my sake . Cel . Why should I not ? doth he not deserve well ? Ros . Let me love him for that ; and do you love him , because I do.- Enter Duke FREDERICK , with Lords . Look , here comes the duke . Cel . With ...
... faith , hate him not , for my sake . Cel . Why should I not ? doth he not deserve well ? Ros . Let me love him for that ; and do you love him , because I do.- Enter Duke FREDERICK , with Lords . Look , here comes the duke . Cel . With ...
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... faith , coz , ' tis he . Ros . Orlando ? Cel . Orlando . Ros . Alas the day ! what shall I do with my doublet and hose ? -What did he , when thou saw'st him ? What said he ? How look'd he ? Wherein went he ? What makes he here ? Did he ...
... faith , coz , ' tis he . Ros . Orlando ? Cel . Orlando . Ros . Alas the day ! what shall I do with my doublet and hose ? -What did he , when thou saw'st him ? What said he ? How look'd he ? Wherein went he ? What makes he here ? Did he ...
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... faith , I had as lief have been myself alone . Orl . And so had I ; but yet , for fashion sake , I thank you too for your society . Jaq . Good bye , you : let's meet as little as we can . Orl . I do desire we may be better strangers ...
... faith , I had as lief have been myself alone . Orl . And so had I ; but yet , for fashion sake , I thank you too for your society . Jaq . Good bye , you : let's meet as little as we can . Orl . I do desire we may be better strangers ...
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... faith of my love , I will . Tell me where it is . Ros . Go with me to it , and I'll show it you ; and , by the way , you shall tell me where in the forest you live . Will you go ? Orl . With all my heart , good youth . Ros . Nay , you ...
... faith of my love , I will . Tell me where it is . Ros . Go with me to it , and I'll show it you ; and , by the way , you shall tell me where in the forest you live . Will you go ? Orl . With all my heart , good youth . Ros . Nay , you ...
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... faith , his hair is of a good colour . Cel . An excellent colour : your chestnut was ever the only colour . Ros . And his kissing is as full of sanctity as the touch of holy bread3 . Cel . He hath bought a pair of cast lips of Diana ...
... faith , his hair is of a good colour . Cel . An excellent colour : your chestnut was ever the only colour . Ros . And his kissing is as full of sanctity as the touch of holy bread3 . Cel . He hath bought a pair of cast lips of Diana ...
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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.