The Dramatic Works of Shakespeare, Том 2Harper, 1846 |
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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 : -Look , here comes the duke . Cel . With his eyes full of anger . Enter Duke ...
... 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 : -Look , here comes the duke . Cel . With his eyes full of anger . Enter Duke ...
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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 . Orla . And so had I ; but yet , for fashion sake , I thank you too for your society . Jaq . God be with you ; let's meet as little as we can . Orla . I do desire we may be better strangers ...
... faith , I had as lief have been myself alone . Orla . And so had I ; but yet , for fashion sake , I thank you too for your society . Jaq . God be with you ; let's meet as little as we can . Orla . 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 ? Orla . 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 ? Orla . 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 chesnut was ever the only colour . Ros . And his kissing is as full of sanctity as the touch of holy bread . 4 5 Cel . He hath bought a pair of cast lips of Diana ...
... faith , his hair is of a good colour . ' Cel . An excellent colour : your chesnut was ever the only colour . Ros . And his kissing is as full of sanctity as the touch of holy bread . 4 5 Cel . He hath bought a pair of cast lips of Diana ...
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Страница 35 - 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. And then the whining school-boy, with his satchel And shining morning face, creeping like snail Unwillingly to school. And then the lover, Sighing like furnace, with a woeful ballad Made to his mistress
Страница 139 - The lunatic, the lover, and the poet, Are of imagination all compact. One sees more devils than vast hell can hold ; That is, the madman : the lover, all as frantic, Sees Helen's beauty in a brow of Egypt : The poet's eye, in a fine frenzy rolling, Doth glance from heaven to earth, from earth to heaven ; And, as imagination bodies forth The forms of things unknown, the poet's pen Turns them to shapes, and gives to airy nothing A local habitation, and a name.
Страница 22 - 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.
Страница 35 - Even in the cannon's mouth; and then the justice, In fair round belly with good capon lin'd With eyes severe and beard of formal cut, Full of wise saws and modern instances; And so he plays his part; the sixth age shifts Into the lean and slipper'd...
Страница 181 - Sigh, no more, ladies, sigh no more, Men were deceivers ever ; One foot in sea, and one on shore ; To one thing constant never : Then sigh not so, But let them go, And be you blithe and bonny ; Converting all your sounds of woe Into Hey nonny, nonny.