The Works of William Shakespeare, Τόμος 3Chapman and Hall, 1866 |
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Σελίδα 19
... Maids as we are , to travel forth so far ! Beauty provoketh thieves sooner than gold . Cel . I'll put myself in poor and mean attire , And with a kind of umber smirch my face ; The like do you : so shall we pass along , And never stir ...
... Maids as we are , to travel forth so far ! Beauty provoketh thieves sooner than gold . Cel . I'll put myself in poor and mean attire , And with a kind of umber smirch my face ; The like do you : so shall we pass along , And never stir ...
Σελίδα 27
... maid with travel much oppress'd , And faints for succour . Cor . Fair sir , I pity her , And wish , for her sake more than for mine own , My fortunes were more able to relieve her ; But I am shepherd to another man , And do not shear ...
... maid with travel much oppress'd , And faints for succour . Cor . Fair sir , I pity her , And wish , for her sake more than for mine own , My fortunes were more able to relieve her ; But I am shepherd to another man , And do not shear ...
Σελίδα 41
... maid . Cel . I ' 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 sawest him ? What said he ? How looked he ? Wherein went he ? What makes he ...
... maid . Cel . I ' 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 sawest him ? What said he ? How looked he ? Wherein went he ? What makes he ...
Σελίδα 44
... maid between the contract of her marriage and the day it is solemnized : if the interim be but a se'nnight , Time's pace hard that it seems the length of seven year . Orl . Who ambles Time withal ? is so Ros . With a priest that lacks ...
... maid between the contract of her marriage and the day it is solemnized : if the interim be but a se'nnight , Time's pace hard that it seems the length of seven year . Orl . Who ambles Time withal ? is so Ros . With a priest that lacks ...
Σελίδα 58
... maids are May when they are maids , but the sky changes when they are wives . I will be more jealous of thee than a Bar- bary cock - pigeon over his hen ; more clamorous than a parrot against rain ; more new - fangled than an ape ; more ...
... maids are May when they are maids , but the sky changes when they are wives . I will be more jealous of thee than a Bar- bary cock - pigeon over his hen ; more clamorous than a parrot against rain ; more new - fangled than an ape ; more ...
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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.