The works of Shakespear, with a glossary, pr. from the Oxford ed. in quarto, 1744 [by Sir T.Hanmer]., Volume 3 |
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Page 38
... fifter reading , ftand afide . Cel . Why fhould this a defart be ? For it is unpeopled . No ; Tongues I'll bang on every tree , That fhall civil fayings show . Some , how brief the life of man Runs bis erring pilgrimage , That the ...
... fifter reading , ftand afide . Cel . Why fhould this a defart be ? For it is unpeopled . No ; Tongues I'll bang on every tree , That fhall civil fayings show . Some , how brief the life of man Runs bis erring pilgrimage , That the ...
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... fifter , will you go ? [ Exeunt . SCENE IX . Enter Clown , Audrey and Jaques . Clo . Come apace , good Audrey , I will fetch up your goats , Audrey ; and now , Audrey , am I the man yet ? doth my fimple feature content you ? Aud . Your ...
... fifter , will you go ? [ Exeunt . SCENE IX . Enter Clown , Audrey and Jaques . Clo . Come apace , good Audrey , I will fetch up your goats , Audrey ; and now , Audrey , am I the man yet ? doth my fimple feature content you ? Aud . Your ...
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... fifter ? fhepherd , ply her hard : Come , fifter ; fhepherdefs , look on him better , And be not proud ; tho ' all the world could fee ye None could be fo abus'd in fight as he . Come , to our flock . [ Ex . Rof . Cel . and Cor , Phe ...
... fifter ? fhepherd , ply her hard : Come , fifter ; fhepherdefs , look on him better , And be not proud ; tho ' all the world could fee ye None could be fo abus'd in fight as he . Come , to our flock . [ Ex . Rof . Cel . and Cor , Phe ...
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... fifter , you fhall be the priest , and marryus Give me your hand , Orlando : what do you fay , Sifter ? Orla . Pray thee , marry us . Cel . I cannot fay the words , Rof . You must begin , will you Orlando · Cel . Go to : will you ...
... fifter , you fhall be the priest , and marryus Give me your hand , Orlando : what do you fay , Sifter ? Orla . Pray thee , marry us . Cel . I cannot fay the words , Rof . You must begin , will you Orlando · Cel . Go to : will you ...
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... fifter . Rof . O my dear Orlando , how it grieves me to fee thee wear thy heart in a scarf ! Orla . It is my arm . Rof . I thought thy heart had been wounded with the claws of a lion . Orla . Wounded it is , but with the eyes of a lady ...
... fifter . Rof . O my dear Orlando , how it grieves me to fee thee wear thy heart in a scarf ! Orla . It is my arm . Rof . I thought thy heart had been wounded with the claws of a lion . Orla . Wounded it is , but with the eyes of a lady ...
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affure anſwer Baptifta Bian Bianca Bion Biondello Cath Catharine Clown Count daughter defire doft doth Duke elfe Enter Exeunt Exit eyes faid father feem felf felves fervant ferve feven fhall fhew fhould fifter fince fing firft fome fool foreft fpeak ftand ftrange fuch fure fwear fweet gentleman give Gremio hath heart heav'n himſelf honour horfe Hortenfio houfe houſe huſband Illyria Kate King knave Lady Lord Lucentio Madam mafter maid Malvolio marry miftrefs miſtreſs moft moſt muft muſt Narbon Orla Orlando Padua Petruchio pleaſe pr'ythee pray promife reafon Rofalind ſay SCENE ſelf ſhall ſhe Signior Sir Toby ſpeak tell thee thefe theſe thine thou art Tranio whofe wife worfe youth
Popular passages
Page 145 - Thy husband is thy lord, thy life, thy keeper, Thy head, thy sovereign; one that cares for thee, And for thy maintenance: commits his body To painful labour, both by sea and land...
Page 30 - I must have liberty Withal, as large a charter as the wind, To blow on whom I please...
Page 201 - 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.
Page 53 - ... it is a melancholy of mine own, compounded of many simples, extracted from many objects, and indeed the sundry contemplation of my travels, in which my often rumination wraps me in a most humorous sadness.
Page 55 - But these are all lies : men have died from time to time and worms have eaten them, but not for love.
Page 223 - If she, my liege, can make me know this clearly, I'll love her dearly ; ever, ever dearly.
Page 29 - No, sir, quoth he, 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...