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Side 12
... swear by your beards that I am a 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 ...
... swear by your beards that I am a 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 ...
Side 13
William Shakespeare. sworn : no more was this knight , swearing by his ho- nour , for he never had any ; or if he had , he had sworn it away , before ever he saw those pancakes or that mustard . Cel Pr'ythee , who is't that thou mean'st ...
William Shakespeare. sworn : no more was this knight , swearing by his ho- nour , for he never had any ; or if he had , he had sworn it away , before ever he saw those pancakes or that mustard . Cel Pr'ythee , who is't that thou mean'st ...
Side 26
... swears you do more usurp Than doth your brother that hath banish'd you . To - day , my lord of Amiens , and myself , Did steal behind him , as he lay along Under an oak , whose antique root peeps out Upon the brook that brawls along ...
... swears you do more usurp Than doth your brother that hath banish'd you . To - day , my lord of Amiens , and myself , Did steal behind him , as he lay along Under an oak , whose antique root peeps out Upon the brook that brawls along ...
Side 27
... swearing , that we Are mere usurpers , tyrants , and what's worse , To fright the animals , and to kill them up , In their assign'd and native dwelling place , Duke S. And did you leave him in this contem- plation ? 2 Lord . We did , my ...
... swearing , that we Are mere usurpers , tyrants , and what's worse , To fright the animals , and to kill them up , In their assign'd and native dwelling place , Duke S. And did you leave him in this contem- plation ? 2 Lord . We did , my ...
Side 56
... swear to thee , youth , by the white hand of Rosalind , I am that he , that unfortunate he . Ros . But are you so much in love as your rhymes speak ? Orl . Neither rhyme nor reason can express how much . Ros . Love is merely a madness ...
... swear to thee , youth , by the white hand of Rosalind , I am that he , that unfortunate he . Ros . But are you so much in love as your rhymes speak ? Orl . Neither rhyme nor reason can express how much . Ros . Love is merely a madness ...
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Audrey Baptista BERTRAM Bian Bianca Bion BIONDELLO brother CELIA comes Count daughter doth Duke F Enter Exeunt Exit eyes fair father fool forest of Arden fortune friends Ganymede gentle gentleman give Grumio hath hear heart heaven HELENA hither honour Hortensio Jaques JOHNSON Kate Kath KATHARINA King kiss knave lady LAFEU Line look Lord Lucentio madam maid marriage marry master means mistress motley fool Narbon never Orlando Padua Parolles Petruchio Phebe Pisa poor pr'ythee pray Rosalind Rousillon SCENE Servant Shakspeare SHREW signior Gremio SILVIUS Sirrah Sold speak STEEVENS swear sweet tell thank thee There's thine thing thou art thou hast Touch Tranio unto villain Vincentio virtue WARBURTON What's wife wilt withal word young youth
Populære avsnitt
Side 42 - 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.
Side 26 - Now, my co-mates, and brothers in exile, Hath not old custom made this life more sweet Than that of painted pomp ? Are not these woods More free from peril than the envious court ? Here feel we but the penalty of Adam, The seasons...
Side 44 - 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. II. 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.
Side 43 - The sixth age shifts Into the lean and slipper'd pantaloon ; 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.
Side 46 - Truly, shepherd, in respect of itself, it is a good life ; but in respect that it is a shepherd's life, it is naught. In respect that it is solitary, I like it very well ; but in respect that it is private, it is a very vile life. Now in respect it is in the fields, it pleaseth me well ; but in respect it is not in the court, it is tedious.
Side 171 - 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.
Side 26 - Hath not old custom made this life more sweet Than that of painted pomp ? Are not these woods More free from peril than the envious court? Here feel we but the penalty of Adam, 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.
Side 39 - 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.
Side 69 - Farewell, Monsieur Traveller: look you lisp and wear strange suits, disable all the benefits of your own country, be out of love with your nativity, and almost chide God for making you that countenance you are, or I will scarce think you have swam in a gondola.
Side 30 - When service should in my old limbs lie lame, And unregarded age in corners thrown. Take that; and He that doth the ravens feed, Yea, providently caters for the sparrow, Be comfort to my age ! Here is the gold : All this I give you. Let me be your servant : Though I look old, yet I am strong and lusty ; For in my youth I never did apply Hot and rebellious liquors in my blood ; Nor did not with unbashful forehead woo so The means of weakness and debility ; Therefore my age is as a lusty winter, Frosty,...