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Yonder comes my master , your brother . Orl . Go apart , Adam , and thou shalt hear how he will shake me up . ... What prodigal portion have I spent , that I should come to such penury ? Oli . Know you where you are , sir ?
Yonder comes my master , your brother . Orl . Go apart , Adam , and thou shalt hear how he will shake me up . ... What prodigal portion have I spent , that I should come to such penury ? Oli . Know you where you are , sir ?
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Pope altered it to shorter ; but , as Malone observes , smaller comes nearer to the old reading , and we may add , that shorter and “ daughter ” read dissonantly . ' No , some of it for my child's father SCENE II . ] 21 AS YOU LIKE IT .
Pope altered it to shorter ; but , as Malone observes , smaller comes nearer to the old reading , and we may add , that shorter and “ daughter ” read dissonantly . ' No , some of it for my child's father SCENE II . ] 21 AS YOU LIKE IT .
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Come , come ; wrestle with thy affections . Ros . O ! they take the part of a better wrestler than myself . Cel . O , a good wish upon you ! you will try in time , in despite of a fall . — But , turning these jests out of service ...
Come , come ; wrestle with thy affections . Ros . O ! they take the part of a better wrestler than myself . Cel . O , a good wish upon you ! you will try in time , in despite of a fall . — But , turning these jests out of service ...
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Besides , his cote , his flocks , and bounds of feed , Are now on sale ; and at our sheepcote now , By reason of his absence , there is nothing That you will feed on ; but what is , come see , And in my voice most welcome shall you be .
Besides , his cote , his flocks , and bounds of feed , Are now on sale ; and at our sheepcote now , By reason of his absence , there is nothing That you will feed on ; but what is , come see , And in my voice most welcome shall you be .
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Come , more ; another stanza . Call you ' em stanzas ? Ami . What you will , monsieur Jaques . Jaq . Nay , I care not for their names ; they owe me nothing . Will you sing ? Ami . More at your reques ' , than to please myself . Jaq .
Come , more ; another stanza . Call you ' em stanzas ? Ami . What you will , monsieur Jaques . Jaq . Nay , I care not for their names ; they owe me nothing . Will you sing ? Ami . More at your reques ' , than to please myself . Jaq .
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Page 27 - 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 325 - IF music be the food of love, play on ; Give me excess of it ; that, surfeiting, The appetite may sicken, and so die. That strain again ; — it had a dying fall : O, it came o'er my ear like the sweet south, That breathes upon a bank of violets, Stealing and giving odour.
Page 44 - 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.
Page 488 - When daffodils begin to peer, With heigh ! the doxy over the dale, Why, then comes in the sweet o' the year; For the red blood reigns in the winter's pale. The white sheet bleaching on the hedge, With heigh ! the sweet birds, O, how they sing! Doth set my pugging tooth on edge ; For a quart of ale is a dish for a king. The lark, that...
Page 45 - Freeze, freeze, thou bitter sky, That dost not bite so nigh As benefits forgot ; Though thou the waters warp, Thy sting is not so sharp As friend remember
Page 362 - 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 ! Duke.
Page 199 - 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 asham'd, 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.