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... pray you , leave me . 81 ORL . I will no further offend you than becomes me for my good . OLI . Get you with him , you old dog . ADAM . Is old dog my reward ? Most true , I have lost my teeth in your service . — God be with my old ...
... pray you , leave me . 81 ORL . I will no further offend you than becomes me for my good . OLI . Get you with him , you old dog . ADAM . Is old dog my reward ? Most true , I have lost my teeth in your service . — God be with my old ...
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... pray thee , Rosalind , sweet my coz , be merry . Ros . Dear Celia , I show more mirth than I am mistress of ; and would you yet I were merrier ? Unless you could teach me to forget a banished father , you must not learn me how to ...
... pray thee , Rosalind , sweet my coz , be merry . Ros . Dear Celia , I show more mirth than I am mistress of ; and would you yet I were merrier ? Unless you could teach me to forget a banished father , you must not learn me how to ...
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... pray you , for your own sake , to embrace your own safety , and give over this attempt . 190 Ros . Do , young sir ; your reputation shall not therefore be misprised : we will make it our suit to the duke that the wrestling might not go ...
... pray you , for your own sake , to embrace your own safety , and give over this attempt . 190 Ros . Do , young sir ; your reputation shall not therefore be misprised : we will make it our suit to the duke that the wrestling might not go ...
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William Shakespeare Charles Edward Moberly. Ros . Fare you well . Pray Heaven , I be deceived in you ! CEL . Your heart's desires be with you . 210 CHA . Come , where is this young gallant , that is so desirous to lie with his mother ...
William Shakespeare Charles Edward Moberly. Ros . Fare you well . Pray Heaven , I be deceived in you ! CEL . Your heart's desires be with you . 210 CHA . Come , where is this young gallant , that is so desirous to lie with his mother ...
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... pray you , tell me this ; 280 Which of the two was daughter of the duke That here was at the wrestling ? LE BEAU . Neither his daughter , if we judge by manners ; But yet , indeed , the shorter is his daughter : The other is daughter to ...
... pray you , tell me this ; 280 Which of the two was daughter of the duke That here was at the wrestling ? LE BEAU . Neither his daughter , if we judge by manners ; But yet , indeed , the shorter is his daughter : The other is daughter to ...
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Abbott ADAM Assistant-Master at Rugby Audrey Balliol College banished Duke beard BEAU Bedford Grammar School better brother Cambridge CELIA Charles chide College CORIN Coriolanus Crown 8vo daughter doth DUKE F duke's Edited Enter DUKE Enter ORLANDO Enter ROSALIND Exeunt Exit eyes fair faith father fool Forest of Arden formerly Fellow fortune foul friends Ganymede gentle give grace Hamlet hath heart hither honour Hyperbaton Jaques King Lear live look lord lov'd lover Macbeth marry master means melancholy Merchant of Venice mistress monsieur motley fool nature never Oxford Phebe pity play poor pray prithee Rugby School SCENE Shakspere Shakspere's shepherd shews SILVIUS sir Rowland speak sweet tell thank thee thou art Thrasonical to-morrow TOUCH TOUCHSTONE unto verses withal woman word wrestler wrestling young youth ΙΟ
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Seite 51 - 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.
Seite 84 - Troilus had his brains dashed out with a Grecian club ; yet he did what he could to die before ; and he is one of the patterns of love. Leander, he would have lived many a fair year, though Hero had...
Seite 37 - Sweet are the uses of adversity, Which, like the toad.' ugly and venomous, Wears yet a precious jewel in his head ; And this our life, exempt from public haunt, Finds tongues in trees, books in the running brooks, Sermons in, stones, and good in every thing.
Seite 42 - 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 The means of weakness and debility; Therefore my age is as a lusty winter, Frosty, but kindly: let me go with you; I'll do the service of a younger man In all your business and necessities.
Seite 60 - No more, but that I know, the more one sickens the worse at ease he is ; and that he that wants money, means, and content, is without three good friends : That the property of rain is to wet, and fire to burn : That good pasture makes fat sheep ; and that a great cause of the night is lack of the sun...
Seite 18 - 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.
Seite 54 - Under the shade of melancholy boughs, Lose and neglect the creeping hours of time ; If ever you have look'd on better days, If ever been where bells have knoll'd to church, If ever sat at any good man's feast, If ever from your eyelids wiped a tear And know what 'tis to pity and be pitied, Let gentleness my strong enforcement be : In the which hope I blush, and hide my sword.
Seite 42 - 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!
Seite 47 - Under the greenwood tree Who loves to lie with me, And turn his merry note Unto the sweet bird's throat, Come hither, come hither, come hither: Here shall he see No enemy But winter and rough weather. Who doth ambition shun And loves to live i...
Seite 38 - 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 this wood : To the which place a poor sequester'd stag, That from the hunters...