The Comedies, Histories, Tragedies, and Poems of William Shakspere, Band 2Charles Knight, 1851 |
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... TOUCH . Mistress , you must come away to your father , CEL . Were you made the messenger ? TOUCH . No , by mine honour ; but I was bid to come for you . Ros . Where learned you that oath , fool ? TOUCH . Of a certain knight , that swore ...
... TOUCH . Mistress , you must come away to your father , CEL . Were you made the messenger ? TOUCH . No , by mine honour ; but I was bid to come for you . Ros . Where learned you that oath , fool ? TOUCH . Of a certain knight , that swore ...
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... TOUCH . Or as the destinies decree . CEL . Well said ; that was laid on with a trowel d . TOUCH . Nay , if I keep not my rank , - Ros . Thou losest thy old smell . --- LE BEAU . You amaze me , ladies : I would have told you of good ...
... TOUCH . Or as the destinies decree . CEL . Well said ; that was laid on with a trowel d . TOUCH . Nay , if I keep not my rank , - Ros . Thou losest thy old smell . --- LE BEAU . You amaze me , ladies : I would have told you of good ...
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... TOUCH . But what is the sport , monsieur , that the ladies have lost ? LE BEAU . Why , this that I speak of . TOUCH . Thus men may grow wiser every day ! it is the first time that ever I heard breaking of ribs was sport for ladies . CEL ...
... TOUCH . But what is the sport , monsieur , that the ladies have lost ? LE BEAU . Why , this that I speak of . TOUCH . Thus men may grow wiser every day ! it is the first time that ever I heard breaking of ribs was sport for ladies . CEL ...
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... Touch . I care not for my spirits , if my legs were not weary . Ros . I could find in my heart to disgrace my man's apparel , and to cry like a woman : but I must comfort the weaker vessel , as doublet and hose ought to show itself ...
... Touch . I care not for my spirits , if my legs were not weary . Ros . I could find in my heart to disgrace my man's apparel , and to cry like a woman : but I must comfort the weaker vessel , as doublet and hose ought to show itself ...
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... TOUCH . Ay , now am I in Arden : the more fool I ; when I was at home , I was in a better place ; but travellers must be content . Ros . Ay , be so , good Touchstone : -Look you , who comes here ; a young man , and an old , in solemn ...
... TOUCH . Ay , now am I in Arden : the more fool I ; when I was at home , I was in a better place ; but travellers must be content . Ros . Ay , be so , good Touchstone : -Look you , who comes here ; a young man , and an old , in solemn ...
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Seite 580 - Our revels now are ended. These our actors, As I foretold you, were all spirits, and Are melted into air, into thin air: And, like the baseless fabric of this vision, The cloud-capp'd towers, the gorgeous palaces, The solemn temples, the great globe itself, Yea, all which it inherit, shall dissolve, And, like this insubstantial pageant faded, Leave not a rack behind. We are such stuff As dreams are made on ; and our little life Is rounded with a sleep.
Seite 284 - O fellow, come, the song we had last night: Mark it, Cesario; it is old and plain: The spinsters and the knitters in the sun, And the free maids that weave their thread with bones, Do use to chant it ; it is silly sooth, And dallies with the innocence of love, Like the old age.
Seite 554 - All things in common nature should produce Without sweat or endeavour : treason, felony, Sword, pike, knife, gun, or need of any engine, Would I not have ; but nature should bring forth, Of its own kind, all foison, all abundance, To feed my innocent people.
Seite 424 - Then the mortal coldness of the soul like death itself comes down ; It cannot feel for others' woes, it dare not dream its own ; That heavy chill has frozen o'er the fountain of our tears, And though the eye may sparkle still, 'tis where the ice appears.
Seite 285 - My shroud of white, stuck all with yew, 0 prepare it ; My part of death, no one so true Did share it. Not a flower, not a flower sweet, On my black coffin let there be strewn; Not a friend, not a friend greet My poor corpse, where my bones shall be thrown. A thousand thousand sighs to save, Lay me, 0, where Sad true lover never flnd my grave, To weep there.