The Plays and Poems of William Shakspeare, Volume 6R. C. and J. Rivington, 1821 |
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Page 353
... Orlando did not here mean to compliment his brother , or condemn himself ; some- thing of both which there is in that sense . I rather think he in- tended a satirical reflection on his brother , who by letting him feed with his hinds ...
... Orlando did not here mean to compliment his brother , or condemn himself ; some- thing of both which there is in that sense . I rather think he in- tended a satirical reflection on his brother , who by letting him feed with his hinds ...
Page 354
... ORLANDO and ADAM . OLI . Is it even so ? begin you to grow upon me ? I will physick your rankness , and yet give no thou- sand crowns neither . Hola , Dennis ! Enter DENNIS . DEN . Calls your worship ? OLI . Was not Charles , the Duke's ...
... ORLANDO and ADAM . OLI . Is it even so ? begin you to grow upon me ? I will physick your rankness , and yet give no thou- sand crowns neither . Hola , Dennis ! Enter DENNIS . DEN . Calls your worship ? OLI . Was not Charles , the Duke's ...
Page 356
... Orlando , hath a disposition to come in disguis'd against me to try a fall : To - morrow , sir , I wrestle for my credit ; and he that escapes me without some broken limb , shall acquit him well . Your brother is but young , and tender ...
... Orlando , hath a disposition to come in disguis'd against me to try a fall : To - morrow , sir , I wrestle for my credit ; and he that escapes me without some broken limb , shall acquit him well . Your brother is but young , and tender ...
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... ORLANDO wrestle . Ros . O excellent young man ! CEL . If I had a thunderbolt in mine eye , I can tell who should down . [ CHARLES is thrown . Shout . DUKE F. No more , no more . ORL . Yes , I beseech your grace ; I am not yet well ...
... ORLANDO wrestle . Ros . O excellent young man ! CEL . If I had a thunderbolt in mine eye , I can tell who should down . [ CHARLES is thrown . Shout . DUKE F. No more , no more . ORL . Yes , I beseech your grace ; I am not yet well ...
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... Orlando is replying to the duke , who is just gone out , and had said— " Thou should'st have better pleas'd me with this deed , " Hadst thou descended from another house . " MALONE . 6 that CALLING , ] i . e . appellation ; a very ...
... Orlando is replying to the duke , who is just gone out , and had said— " Thou should'st have better pleas'd me with this deed , " Hadst thou descended from another house . " MALONE . 6 that CALLING , ] i . e . appellation ; a very ...
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Page 380 - 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 52 - Her waggon-spokes made of long spinners' legs; The cover, of the wings of grasshoppers; The traces, of the smallest spider's web; The collars, of the moonshine's watery beams; Her whip, of cricket's bone ; the lash, of film ; Her waggoner, a small grey-coated gnat, Not half so big as a round little worm Prick'd from the lazy finger of a maid; Her chariot is an empty hazel-nut, Made by the joiner squirrel, or old grub, Time out of mind the fairies' coach-makers And in this state she gallops night...
Page 66 - Good pilgrim, you do wrong your hand too much, Which mannerly devotion shows in this ; For saints have hands that pilgrims' hands do touch, And palm to palm is holy palmers
Page 242 - O ! here Will I set up my everlasting rest, And shake the yoke of inauspicious stars From this world-wearied flesh.
Page 77 - tis not to me she speaks : Two of the fairest stars in all the heaven, Having some business, do entreat her eyes To twinkle in their spheres till they return.
Page 84 - O, swear not by the moon, the inconstant moon, That monthly changes in her circled orb, Lest that thy love prove likewise variable.
Page 78 - O ! speak again, bright angel ; for thou art As glorious to this night, being o'er my head, As is a winged messenger of heaven Unto the white-upturned wond'ring eyes Of mortals, that fall back to gaze on him When he bestrides the lazy-pacing clouds, And sails upon the bosom of the air.
Page 161 - It was the lark, the herald of the morn, No nightingale: look, love, what envious streaks Do lace the severing clouds in yonder east: Night's candles are burnt out, and jocund day Stands tiptoe on the misty mountain tops; I must be gone and live, or stay and die.
Page 56 - True, I talk of dreams ; Which are the children of an idle brain, Begot of nothing but vain fantasy ; Which is as thin of substance as the air ; And more inconstant than the wind...
Page 409 - And then the whining school-boy, with his satchel, And shining morning face, creeping like snail Unwillingly to school ; and then the lover, • Sighing like furnace, with a woeful ballad Made to his mistress...