The Works of Shakespear: As you like it. The taming of the shrew. All's well, that ends well. Twelfth-night: or, What you willRobert Martin, 1768 |
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101. oldal
... Cath . I pray you , Sir , is it your will To make a Stale of me amongst these mates ? Hor . Mates , maid , how mean you that ? no mates for you ; Unless you were of gentler , milder , mould . Cath . I'faith , Sir , you fhall never need ...
... Cath . I pray you , Sir , is it your will To make a Stale of me amongst these mates ? Hor . Mates , maid , how mean you that ? no mates for you ; Unless you were of gentler , milder , mould . Cath . I'faith , Sir , you fhall never need ...
102. oldal
... Cath . Why , and , I truft , I may go too , may I not ? what , fhall I be appointed hours , as tho ' , belike , I knew not what to take , and what to leave ? ha ! SCENE III . [ Exit . Gre . OU may go to the devil's dam : your gifts are ...
... Cath . Why , and , I truft , I may go too , may I not ? what , fhall I be appointed hours , as tho ' , belike , I knew not what to take , and what to leave ? ha ! SCENE III . [ Exit . Gre . OU may go to the devil's dam : your gifts are ...
115. oldal
... Cath . Of all thy Suitors here , I charge thee , tell Whom thou lov't beft : fee , thou diffemble not . Bian . Believe me , Sifter , of all men alive I never yet beheld that special face , Which I could fancy more than any other . Cath ...
... Cath . Of all thy Suitors here , I charge thee , tell Whom thou lov't beft : fee , thou diffemble not . Bian . Believe me , Sifter , of all men alive I never yet beheld that special face , Which I could fancy more than any other . Cath ...
116. oldal
... Cath . Her filence flouts me ; and I'll be reveng'd . [ Flies after Bianca . Bap . What , in my fight ? Bianca , get thee in . [ Exit Bianca . Cath . Will you not fuffer me ? nay , now I fee , She is your treasure ; she must have a ...
... Cath . Her filence flouts me ; and I'll be reveng'd . [ Flies after Bianca . Bap . What , in my fight ? Bianca , get thee in . [ Exit Bianca . Cath . Will you not fuffer me ? nay , now I fee , She is your treasure ; she must have a ...
121. oldal
... Cath . Well have you heard , but fomething hard of hearing . They call me Catharine , that do talk of me . Pet . You ... Cath . Mov'd ? in good time ; let him that mov'd you hither , Remove you hence ; I knew you at the first You ...
... Cath . Well have you heard , but fomething hard of hearing . They call me Catharine , that do talk of me . Pet . You ... Cath . Mov'd ? in good time ; let him that mov'd you hither , Remove you hence ; I knew you at the first You ...
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33. oldal - I must have liberty Withal, as large a charter as the wind, To blow on whom I please...
304. oldal - 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.
32. oldal - 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.
25. oldal - 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.
63. oldal - 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.
21. oldal - 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.