The Works of Shakespear: As you like it. The taming of the shrew. All's well, that ends well. Twelfth-night: or, What you will |
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Orla . And so had I ; but yet for fashion fake , I thank you too for your society . Jaq .
God b'xx ' you , let's meet as little as we can , Orla . I do desire we may be better
strangers . Jaq . I pray you , marr no , more trees with writing love - fongs in their ...
Orla . And so had I ; but yet for fashion fake , I thank you too for your society . Jaq .
God b'xx ' you , let's meet as little as we can , Orla . I do desire we may be better
strangers . Jaq . I pray you , marr no , more trees with writing love - fongs in their ...
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Orla . ' Tis a fault I will not change for your best virtue ; I am weary of you . Jaq . By
my troth I was seeking for a sool , when I found you . Orla . He is droin'd in the
brook ; look but in , and you shall see him . Jaq . There I shall see mine own
figure ...
Orla . ' Tis a fault I will not change for your best virtue ; I am weary of you . Jaq . By
my troth I was seeking for a sool , when I found you . Orla . He is droin'd in the
brook ; look but in , and you shall see him . Jaq . There I shall see mine own
figure ...
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Orla . What , of my suit ? Rof . Not out of your apparel , and yet out of your fuit . Am
not I your Rosalind ? Orla . I take some joy to say , you are ; because I would be
talking of her . Rof . Well , in her person , I say , I will not have you . . Orla .
Orla . What , of my suit ? Rof . Not out of your apparel , and yet out of your fuit . Am
not I your Rosalind ? Orla . I take some joy to say , you are ; because I would be
talking of her . Rof . Well , in her person , I say , I will not have you . . Orla .
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Orla . Pray thee , marry us . Cel . I cannot say the words . Rof . You must begin , -
Will you , Orlando - Cel . Go to ; will you , Orlando , have to wife this Rosalind ?
Orla . I will . Rof . Ay , but when ? Orla . Why now , as fast as she can marry us .
Orla . Pray thee , marry us . Cel . I cannot say the words . Rof . You must begin , -
Will you , Orlando - Cel . Go to ; will you , Orlando , have to wife this Rosalind ?
Orla . I will . Rof . Ay , but when ? Orla . Why now , as fast as she can marry us .
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Orla . A man that had a wife with such a wit , he might say , Wit , whither wilt ? Rof.
Nay , you might keep that check for it , ' till you met your wife's wit going to your
neighbour's bed . Orla . And what wit could wit have to excuse that ? Rof .
Orla . A man that had a wife with such a wit , he might say , Wit , whither wilt ? Rof.
Nay , you might keep that check for it , ' till you met your wife's wit going to your
neighbour's bed . Orla . And what wit could wit have to excuse that ? Rof .
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Page 33 - I must have liberty Withal, as large a charter as the wind, To blow on whom I please...
Page 306 - 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.
Page 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.
Page 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.
Page 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.
Page 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.
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| Title | The Works of Shakespear: As you like it. The taming of the shrew. All's well, that ends well. Twelfth-night: or, What you will Volume 3 of The Works of Shakespear, William Shakespeare |
| Author | William Shakespeare |
| Publisher | Robert Martin, 1768 |
| Original from | the New York Public Library |
| Digitized | 29 Dec 2006 |
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