The Works of Shakespear: As you like it. The taming of the shrew. All's well, that ends well. Twelfth-night: or, What you willRobert Martin, 1768 |
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Strana 47
... wives , and conn'd them out of rings ? : Orla . Not fo but I anfwer you right painted cloth , from whence you have ftudied your queftions . Jaq . You have a nimble wit ; I think , it was made of Atalanta's heels . Will you fit down with ...
... wives , and conn'd them out of rings ? : Orla . Not fo but I anfwer you right painted cloth , from whence you have ftudied your queftions . Jaq . You have a nimble wit ; I think , it was made of Atalanta's heels . Will you fit down with ...
Strana 53
... wife , ' tis none of his horns ? even fo- -no , no , the noblest deer hath them as huge as the rafcal : is the fingle man therefore bleffed ? no . As a wall'd town is more worthier than a village , fo is the forehead of a married man ...
... wife , ' tis none of his horns ? even fo- -no , no , the noblest deer hath them as huge as the rafcal : is the fingle man therefore bleffed ? no . As a wall'd town is more worthier than a village , fo is the forehead of a married man ...
Strana 54
... wife . Jaq . Go thou with me , and let me counsel thee . Clo . Come , fweet Audrey , we must be married , or we must live in bawdry : farewel , good Sir Oliver ; not Ofweet Oliver , O brave Oliver , leave me not behind thee , but wind ...
... wife . Jaq . Go thou with me , and let me counsel thee . Clo . Come , fweet Audrey , we must be married , or we must live in bawdry : farewel , good Sir Oliver ; not Ofweet Oliver , O brave Oliver , leave me not behind thee , but wind ...
Strana 62
... wives for ; but he comes armed in his fortune , and prevents the flander of his wife . Orla . Virtue is no horn - maker ; and my Rosalind is virtuous . Rof . And I am your Rofalind . Cel . It pleafes him to call you fo ; but he hath a ...
... wives for ; but he comes armed in his fortune , and prevents the flander of his wife . Orla . Virtue is no horn - maker ; and my Rosalind is virtuous . Rof . And I am your Rofalind . Cel . It pleafes him to call you fo ; but he hath a ...
Strana 64
... wife . Orla . I take thee Rofalind for wife . Rof . I might afk you for your commiffion , but I do take thee Orlando for my husband : there's a girl goes before the priest , and certainly a woman's thought runs before her actions . Orla ...
... wife . Orla . I take thee Rofalind for wife . Rof . I might afk you for your commiffion , but I do take thee Orlando for my husband : there's a girl goes before the priest , and certainly a woman's thought runs before her actions . Orla ...
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Populárne pasáže
Strana 33 - I must have liberty Withal, as large a charter as the wind, To blow on whom I please...
Strana 304 - element,' but the word is over-worn. \Exit. Vio. This fellow is wise enough to play the fool ; And to do that well craves a kind of wit : He must observe their mood on whom he jests, The quality of persons, and the time, And, like the haggard, check at every feather That comes before his eye.
Strana 32 - 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.
Strana 25 - 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.
Strana 63 - Hero had turned nun, if it had not been for a hot midsummer night ; for good youth, he went but forth to wash him in the Hellespont, and being taken with the cramp, was drowned, and the foolish chroniclers of that age found it was — Hero of Sestos. But these are all lies ; men have died from time to time, and worms have eaten them, but not for love.
Strana 21 - 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.