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Wilt thou lay hands on me , villain ? Orl . I am no villain : I am the youngest son of sir Rowland de Bois ; he was my father , and he is thrice a villain , that says , such a father begot villains . Wert thou not my brother , I would ...
Wilt thou lay hands on me , villain ? Orl . I am no villain : I am the youngest son of sir Rowland de Bois ; he was my father , and he is thrice a villain , that says , such a father begot villains . Wert thou not my brother , I would ...
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Wear this for me , one out of suits with fortune , That could give more , but that her hand lacks means.Shall we go , coz ? Cel . Ay . — Fare you well , fair gentleman . Orl . Can I not say , I thank you ? My better parts Are all thrown ...
Wear this for me , one out of suits with fortune , That could give more , but that her hand lacks means.Shall we go , coz ? Cel . Ay . — Fare you well , fair gentleman . Orl . Can I not say , I thank you ? My better parts Are all thrown ...
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A gallant curtle - axt upon my thigh , A boar - spear in my hand ; and , in my heart Lie there what hidden woman's fear there will , We'll have a swashing and a martial outside ; As many other mannish cowards have , That do outface it ...
A gallant curtle - axt upon my thigh , A boar - spear in my hand ; and , in my heart Lie there what hidden woman's fear there will , We'll have a swashing and a martial outside ; As many other mannish cowards have , That do outface it ...
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Give me your hand , And let me all your fortunes understand . [ Exeunt . ACT III . SCENE I. A Room in the Palace. 3 Then , heigh , ho ! ] First folio , The . 1 8 Thou art in a Parlous state , ] SCENE VII . ] 45 AS YOU LIKE IT .
Give me your hand , And let me all your fortunes understand . [ Exeunt . ACT III . SCENE I. A Room in the Palace. 3 Then , heigh , ho ! ] First folio , The . 1 8 Thou art in a Parlous state , ] SCENE VII . ] 45 AS YOU LIKE IT .
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You told me , you salute not at the court , but you kiss your hands : that courtesy would be uncleanly , if courtiers were shepherds . Touch . Instance , briefly ; come , instance . Cor . Why , we are still handling our ewes , and their ...
You told me , you salute not at the court , but you kiss your hands : that courtesy would be uncleanly , if courtiers were shepherds . Touch . Instance , briefly ; come , instance . Cor . Why , we are still handling our ewes , and their ...
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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 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.