The Works of William Shakespeare, Τόμος 3Chapman and Hall, 1866 |
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... poor a thousand crowns ; and , as thou sayest , charged my brother , on his blessing , to breed me well : ( 1 ) and there begins my sadness . My brother Jaques he keeps at school , and report speaks goldenly of his profit : for my part ...
... poor a thousand crowns ; and , as thou sayest , charged my brother , on his blessing , to breed me well : ( 1 ) and there begins my sadness . My brother Jaques he keeps at school , and report speaks goldenly of his profit : for my part ...
Σελίδα 6
... poor unworthy brother of yours , with idleness . Oli . Marry , sir , be better employed , and be naught a- while ! Orl . Shall I keep your hogs , and eat husks with them ? What prodigal's portion ( 3 ) have I spent , that I should come ...
... poor unworthy brother of yours , with idleness . Oli . Marry , sir , be better employed , and be naught a- while ! Orl . Shall I keep your hogs , and eat husks with them ? What prodigal's portion ( 3 ) have I spent , that I should come ...
Σελίδα 7
... poor allottery my father left me by testament ; with that I will go buy my fortunes . Oli . And what wilt thou do - beg ? -when that is spent ? Well , sir , get you in : I will not long be troubled with you ; you shall have some part of ...
... poor allottery my father left me by testament ; with that I will go buy my fortunes . Oli . And what wilt thou do - beg ? -when that is spent ? Well , sir , get you in : I will not long be troubled with you ; you shall have some part of ...
Σελίδα 12
... poor old man , their father , making such pitiful dole over them , that all the beholders take his part with weeping . Ros . Alas ! Touch . But what is the sport , monsieur , that the ladies have lost ? Le Beau . Why , this that I speak ...
... poor old man , their father , making such pitiful dole over them , that all the beholders take his part with weeping . Ros . Alas ! Touch . But what is the sport , monsieur , that the ladies have lost ? Le Beau . Why , this that I speak ...
Σελίδα 15
... poor Orlando , thou art overthrown ! Or Charles or something weaker masters thee . Re - enter LE BEAU . Le Beau . Good sir , I do in friendship counsel you To leave this place . Albeit you have deserv'd High commendation , true applause ...
... poor Orlando , thou art overthrown ! Or Charles or something weaker masters thee . Re - enter LE BEAU . Le Beau . Good sir , I do in friendship counsel you To leave this place . Albeit you have deserv'd High commendation , true applause ...
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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.