The Works of William Shakespeare: As you like it ; Taming of the shrew ; All's well that ends well ; Twelfth night ; Winter's tale |
From inside the book
Results 1-5 of 100
Page 7
... gain nothing under him but growth , for 1 it was upon this fashion bequeathed me by will , ] Orlando and Adam are in the midst of a conversation , on the contents of the will of the father of the former , when they enter .
... gain nothing under him but growth , for 1 it was upon this fashion bequeathed me by will , ] Orlando and Adam are in the midst of a conversation , on the contents of the will of the father of the former , when they enter .
Page 8
This is it , Adam , that grieves me ; and the spirit of my father , which I think is within me , begins to mutiny against this servitude . I will no longer endure it , though yet I know no wise remedy how to avoid it . Adam .
This is it , Adam , that grieves me ; and the spirit of my father , which I think is within me , begins to mutiny against this servitude . I will no longer endure it , though yet I know no wise remedy how to avoid it . Adam .
Page 9
I have as much of my father in me , as you , albeit , I confess , your coming before me is nearer to his reverence . Oli . What , boy ! Orl . Come , come , elder brother , you are too young in this . Oli .
I have as much of my father in me , as you , albeit , I confess , your coming before me is nearer to his reverence . Oli . What , boy ! Orl . Come , come , elder brother , you are too young in this . Oli .
Page 10
Can you tell , if Rosalind , the duke's daughter , be banished with her father ? Cha . O ! no ; for the duke's daughter , her cousin , so loves her , being ever from their cradles bred together , that she would have followed her exilet ...
Can you tell , if Rosalind , the duke's daughter , be banished with her father ? Cha . O ! no ; for the duke's daughter , her cousin , so loves her , being ever from their cradles bred together , that she would have followed her exilet ...
Page 12
Unless you could teach me to forget a banished father ,. 6 — and would you yet I were merrier ? ] The old copies omit “ I , " which seems necessary for the sense ; though still it might be intelligible , were we to suppose Rosalind to ...
Unless you could teach me to forget a banished father ,. 6 — and would you yet I were merrier ? ] The old copies omit “ I , " which seems necessary for the sense ; though still it might be intelligible , were we to suppose Rosalind to ...
What people are saying - Write a review
We haven't found any reviews in the usual places.
Other editions - View all
Common terms and phrases
answer appear Attendants bear better bring brother Clown comes Count court daughter death doth Duke edition Enter Exeunt Exit eyes fair faith father fear folio fool fortune Gent give hand hast hath hear heart heaven hold honour hope I'll Kath keep kind king lady leave Leon live look lord lost madam Malone marry master means mistress nature never night old copies Parolles passage play poor pray present printed reason Rosalind SCENE seems sense servant serve Shakespeare speak stand stay Steevens sweet tell thank thee thing thou thou art thought Touch true wife woman young youth
Popular passages
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 323 - 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 486 - 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 360 - 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.