The Works of William Shakespeare, Τόμος 3Chapman and Hall, 1866 |
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Σελίδα 11
... knave . Cel . By our beards , if we had them , thou art . Touch . By my knavery , if I had it , then I were ; but if you swear by that that is not , you are not forsworn : no more was this knight , swearing by his honour , for he never ...
... knave . Cel . By our beards , if we had them , thou art . Touch . By my knavery , if I had it , then I were ; but if you swear by that that is not , you are not forsworn : no more was this knight , swearing by his honour , for he never ...
Σελίδα 43
... knave with him . - Do you hear , forester ? Orl . Very well : what would you ? Ros . I pray you , what is't o ' clock ? Orl . You should ask me , what time o ' day : there's no clock in the forest . Ros . Then there is no true lover in ...
... knave with him . - Do you hear , forester ? Orl . Very well : what would you ? Ros . I pray you , what is't o ' clock ? Orl . You should ask me , what time o ' day : there's no clock in the forest . Ros . Then there is no true lover in ...
Σελίδα 49
... knave of them all shall flout me out of my calling . [ Exit . SCENE IV . Another part of the forest . Before a cottage . Enter ROSALIND and CELIA . Ros . Never talk to me ; I will weep . Cel . Do , I prithee ; but yet have the grace to ...
... knave of them all shall flout me out of my calling . [ Exit . SCENE IV . Another part of the forest . Before a cottage . Enter ROSALIND and CELIA . Ros . Never talk to me ; I will weep . Cel . Do , I prithee ; but yet have the grace to ...
Σελίδα 110
... knave in Christendom . What ! I am not bestraught here's- First Serv . O , this it is that makes your lady mourn ! Sec . Serv . O , this it is ( 13 ) that makes your servants droop ! Lord . Hence comes it that your kindred shun your ...
... knave in Christendom . What ! I am not bestraught here's- First Serv . O , this it is that makes your lady mourn ! Sec . Serv . O , this it is ( 13 ) that makes your servants droop ! Lord . Hence comes it that your kindred shun your ...
Σελίδα 121
... knave's pate . Gru . My master is grown quarrelsome . - I should knock you first , And then I know after who comes by the worst . Pet . Will it not be ? Faith , sirrah , an you'll not knock , I'll wring it ; I'll try how you can sol ...
... knave's pate . Gru . My master is grown quarrelsome . - I should knock you first , And then I know after who comes by the worst . Pet . Will it not be ? Faith , sirrah , an you'll not knock , I'll wring it ; I'll try how you can sol ...
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Σελίδα 34 - 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, sans taste, sans everything.
Σελίδα 327 - 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 sound That breathes upon a bank of violets, Stealing and giving odour.
Σελίδα 20 - 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.
Σελίδα 263 - 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.
Σελίδα 469 - You see, sweet maid, we marry A gentler scion to the wildest stock, And make conceive a bark of baser kind By bud of nobler race : this is an art Which does mend nature, — change it rather ; but The art itself is nature.
Σελίδα 395 - When that I was and a little tiny boy, With hey, ho, the wind and the rain, A foolish thing was but a toy, For the rain it raineth every day.
Σελίδα 178 - Such duty as the subject owes the prince, Even such a woman oweth to her husband; And when she's froward, peevish, sullen, sour, And not obedient to his honest will, What is she but a foul contending rebel, And graceless traitor to her loving lord? I am ashamed 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.
Σελίδα 31 - 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,' quoth he, 'how the world wags; 'Tis but an hour ago since it was nine; And after one hour more 'twill be eleven; And so, from hour to hour, we ripe and ripe, And then, from hour to hour, we rot and rot; And thereby hangs a tale.
Σελίδα 35 - 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.
Σελίδα 8 - 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.