The Dramatic Works of William ShakespeareC. Whittingham, 1826 - 4776 pages |
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Page 114
... thee . Ros . Well , I will forget the condition of my es- tate , to rejoice in yours . Cel . You know , my father ... pr'ythee , do , to make sport withal : but love no man in good earnest ; nor no further in sport neither , than with ...
... thee . Ros . Well , I will forget the condition of my es- tate , to rejoice in yours . Cel . You know , my father ... pr'ythee , do , to make sport withal : but love no man in good earnest ; nor no further in sport neither , than with ...
Page 115
... Pr'ythee , who is't that thou mean'st ! 1 The old copy reads perceiveth . The folio , 1632 , reads per- ceiving . 2 Touch . One that old Frederick , your father SC . 11 . 115 AS YOU LIKE IT .
... Pr'ythee , who is't that thou mean'st ! 1 The old copy reads perceiveth . The folio , 1632 , reads per- ceiving . 2 Touch . One that old Frederick , your father SC . 11 . 115 AS YOU LIKE IT .
Page 127
... thee mine . I charge thee , be not thou more griev'd than I am . Ros . I have more cause . Cel . Thou hast not , cousin ; Pr'ythee , be cheerful : know'st thou not , the duke Hath banish'd me , his daughter ? Ros . That he hath not ...
... thee mine . I charge thee , be not thou more griev'd than I am . Ros . I have more cause . Cel . Thou hast not , cousin ; Pr'ythee , be cheerful : know'st thou not , the duke Hath banish'd me , his daughter ? Ros . That he hath not ...
Page 138
... pr'ythee , shepherd , if that love , or gold , Can in this desert place buy entertainment , Bring us where we may rest ourselves , and feed : Here's a young maid with travel much oppress'd , And faints for succour . Cor . Fair sir , I ...
... pr'ythee , shepherd , if that love , or gold , Can in this desert place buy entertainment , Bring us where we may rest ourselves , and feed : Here's a young maid with travel much oppress'd , And faints for succour . Cor . Fair sir , I ...
Page 139
... thee , if it stand with honesty , Buy thou the cottage , pasture , and the flock , And thou shalt have to pay for it of us . Cel . And we will mend thy wages : I like this place , And ... pr'ythee , more SC . IV . 139 AS YOU LIKE IT .
... thee , if it stand with honesty , Buy thou the cottage , pasture , and the flock , And thou shalt have to pay for it of us . Cel . And we will mend thy wages : I like this place , And ... pr'ythee , more SC . IV . 139 AS YOU LIKE IT .
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DRAMATIC WORKS OF WILLIAM SHAK William 1564-1616 Shakespeare,Samuel Weller 1783-1858 Singer No preview available - 2016 |
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Page 143 - 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.
Page 129 - 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' 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.
Page 95 - The crow doth sing as sweetly as the lark When neither is attended, and I think The nightingale, if she should sing by day, When every goose is cackling, would be thought No better a musician than the wren.
Page 49 - Hath not a Jew eyes ? hath not a Jew hands, organs, dimensions, senses, affections, passions ? fed with the same food, hurt with the same weapons, subject to the same diseases, healed by the same means, warmed and cooled by the same winter and summer, as a Christian is ? if you prick us, do we not bleed ? if you tickle us, do we not laugh ? if you poison us, do we not die ? and if you wrong us, shall we not revenge ? if we are like you in the rest, we will resemble you in that. If a Jew wrong a Christian,...
Page 80 - Though justice be thy plea, consider this, That, in the course of justice, none of us Should see salvation: we do pray for mercy; And that same prayer doth teach us all to render The deeds of mercy.
Page 149 - 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
Page 444 - Such duty as the subject owes the prince, Even such a woman oweth to her husband: And, when she's froward, peevish, sullen, sour, And not obedient to his honest will, What is she but a foul contending rebel, And graceless traitor to her loving lord ? — I am ashamed that women are so simple To offer war where they should kneel for peace ; Or seek for rule, supremacy, and sway, When they are bound to serve, love, and obey.
Page 17 - I hate him for he is a Christian ; But more for that in low simplicity He lends out money gratis, and brings down The rate of usance here with us in Venice. If I can catch him once upon the hip, I will feed fat the ancient grudge I bear him.
Page 130 - There at the foot of yonder nodding beech That wreathes its old fantastic roots so high, His listless length at noontide would he stretch, And pore upon the brook that babbles by.
Page 37 - Fair laughs the morn, and soft the zephyr blows, While proudly riding o'er the azure realm In gallant trim the gilded vessel goes; Youth on the prow, and Pleasure at the helm; Regardless of the sweeping whirlwind's sway, That, hush'd in grim repose, expects his evening prey.