The Works of Shakespeare: The Text Regulated by the Recently Discovered Portfolio of 1632, Containing Early Manuscript Emendations ; with a History of the Stage, a Life of the Poet, and an Introduction to Each Play, Volume 3Redfield, 1853 |
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... wives , and conn'd them out of rings ? Orl . Not so ; but I answer you right painted cloth1 , from whence you have studied your questions . Jaq . You have a nimble wit : I think ' t was made of Atalanta's heels . Will you sit down with ...
... wives , and conn'd them out of rings ? Orl . Not so ; but I answer you right painted cloth1 , from whence you have studied your questions . Jaq . You have a nimble wit : I think ' t was made of Atalanta's heels . Will you sit down with ...
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... wife : ' t is none of his own getting . Are horns given to poor men alone ? 1 — No , no ; the noblest deer hath them as huge as the rascal ' . Is the single man therefore blessed ? No : as a wall'd town is more worthier than a village ...
... wife : ' t is none of his own getting . Are horns given to poor men alone ? 1 — No , no ; the noblest deer hath them as huge as the rascal ' . Is the single man therefore blessed ? No : as a wall'd town is more worthier than a village ...
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... wives for : but he comes armed in his fortune , and prevents the slander of his wife . Orl . Virtue is no horn - maker , and my Rosalind is virtuous . Ros . And I am your Rosalind . Cel . It pleases him to call you so ; but he hath a ...
... wives for : but he comes armed in his fortune , and prevents the slander of his wife . Orl . Virtue is no horn - maker , and my Rosalind is virtuous . Ros . And I am your Rosalind . Cel . It pleases him to call you so ; but he hath a ...
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... wife . " Orl . I take thee , Rosalind , for wife . Ros . I might ask you for your commission ; 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 ...
... wife . " Orl . I take thee , Rosalind , for wife . Ros . I might ask you for your commission ; 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 ...
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... wife with such a wit , he might say , - " Wit , whither wilt ? " Ros . Nay , you might keep that check for it , till you met your wife's wit going to your neighbour's bed . Orl . And what wit could wit have to excuse that ? Ros . Marry ...
... wife with such a wit , he might say , - " Wit , whither wilt ? " Ros . Nay , you might keep that check for it , till you met your wife's wit going to your neighbour's bed . Orl . And what wit could wit have to excuse that ? Ros . Marry ...
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Page 38 - Made to his mistress' eyebrow. Then a soldier Full of strange oaths and bearded like the pard, Jealous in honour, sudden and quick in quarrel, Seeking the bubble reputation Even in the cannon's mouth. And then the justice, In fair round belly with good capon...
Page 26 - 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 370 - O Proserpina, For the flowers now, that frighted thou let'st fall From Dis's waggon ! daffodils, That come before the swallow dares, and take The winds of March with beauty ; violets dim, But sweeter than the lids of Juno's eyes Or Cytherea's breath ; pale primroses, That die unmarried, ere they can behold Bright Phoebus in his strength, a malady Most incident to maids...
Page 33 - Under the greenwood tree, Who loves to lie with me, And tune 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.
Page 273 - Come away, come away, death, And in sad cypress' let me be laid; Fly away, fly away, breath; I am slain by a fair cruel maid. My shroud of white, stuck all with yew, O, 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 strown; Not a friend, not a friend greet My poor corpse, where my bones shall be thrown: A thousand thousand sighs to save. Lay me. O. where Sad true lover never find my grave, To weep there!
Page 39 - Blow, blow, thou winter wind, Thou art not so unkind As man's ingratitude ; Thy tooth is not so keen, Because thou art not seen, Although thy breath be rude. Heigh, ho! sing, heigh, ho! unto the green holly: Most friendship is feigning, most loving mere folly: Then, heigh ho ! the holly ! This life is most jolly.