As You Like itYale University Press, 1919 - 146 pagini |
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Pagina 10
... swear by your beards that I am a knave . Cel . By our beards , if we had them , thou art . Touch . By my knavery , if I had it , then I were ; but if you swear by that that is not , you are not forsworn : no more was this knight ...
... swear by your beards that I am a knave . Cel . By our beards , if we had them , thou art . Touch . By my knavery , if I had it , then I were ; but if you swear by that that is not , you are not forsworn : no more was this knight ...
Pagina 60
... swear to thee , youth , by the white hand of Rosalind , I am that . he , that unfor- tunate he : Ros . But are you so much in love as your rimes speak ? Orl . Neither rime nor reason can express how much . Ros . Love is merely a madness ...
... swear to thee , youth , by the white hand of Rosalind , I am that . he , that unfor- tunate he : Ros . But are you so much in love as your rimes speak ? Orl . Neither rime nor reason can express how much . Ros . Love is merely a madness ...
Pagina 62
... swear in poetry may be said as lovers they do feign . Aud . Do you wish then that the gods had made me poetical ? Touch . I do , truly ; for thou swearest to me thou art honest : now , if thou wert a poet , I might have some hope thou ...
... swear in poetry may be said as lovers they do feign . Aud . Do you wish then that the gods had made me poetical ? Touch . I do , truly ; for thou swearest to me thou art honest : now , if thou wert a poet , I might have some hope thou ...
Pagina 66
... swear he would come this morning , and comes not ? Cel . Nay , certainly , there is no truth in him . Ros . Do you think so ? Cel . Yes : I think he is not a pick - purse nor a horse - stealer ; but for his verity in love , I do think ...
... swear he would come this morning , and comes not ? Cel . Nay , certainly , there is no truth in him . Ros . Do you think so ? Cel . Yes : I think he is not a pick - purse nor a horse - stealer ; but for his verity in love , I do think ...
Pagina 99
... swear , and to forswear , according as marriage binds and blood breaks . 59 A poor virgin , sir , an ill - favoured thing , sir , but mine own : a poor humour of mine , sir , to take that that no man else will . Rich honesty dwells like ...
... swear , and to forswear , according as marriage binds and blood breaks . 59 A poor virgin , sir , an ill - favoured thing , sir , but mine own : a poor humour of mine , sir , to take that that no man else will . Rich honesty dwells like ...
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Ada Rehan Adam Aliena Amiens Audrey bear beard Beau better brother Celia Charles comedy Corin court cousin daughter doth Drury Lane Duke F Duke Frederick Duke Senior duke's Elizabethan Enter Duke Enter Orlando Enter Rosalind Exeunt Exit fair faith father Folio fool forest of Arden Fortune foul Ganymede gentle give grace hath heart heigh-ho hither honour horns Hymen Jaques ladies live Lodge's look Lord lov'd lover man's marry master means melancholy mistress Monsieur motley fool Oliver Phebe pity played Rosalind poor pray prithee quibble ROSADER Saladyne Scene Shakespeare shepherd Silvius Sir Rowland song speak swear sweet sweet Oliver Tale of Gamelyn tell thee Thomas Lodge thou art thrasonical to-morrow Touch Touchstone tree verses W. W. Greg Wilton House withal woman wrestling young youth
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Pagina 42 - players : 140 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. 144 And then the whining school-boy, with his satchel, And shining morning face, creeping like snail Unwillingly to school. And then the lover,
Pagina 38 - but an hour ago since it was nine, 24 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.
Pagina 29 - All this I give you. Let me be your servant: Though I look old, yet I am strong and lusty; For in my youth I never did apply 48 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,
Pagina 23 - [The Forest of Arden] Enter Duke Senior, Amiens, and two or three Lords, like Foresters. Duke S. Now, my co-mates and brothers in exile, Hath not old custom made this life more sweet Than that of painted pomp? Are not these woods More free from peril than the envious court? 4 Here feel we not the penalty of Adam.
Pagina 74 - you that countenance you are; or I will scarce think you have swam in a gondola. Why, how now, Orlando! where have you been all this while? You a lover! An you serve me such another trick, never come in my sight more. Orí. My fair Rosalind, I come within an hour of my promise.
Pagina 46 - Touch. Truly, shepherd, in respect of itself, it is a good life; but in respect that it is a shepherd's life, it is naught. In respect that it is solitary, I like it very well; but in respect that it is private, it is a very vile life. Now, in respect
Pagina 77 - a day,' without the 'ever.' No, no, Orlando; men are April when they woo, December when they wed: maids are May when they are maids, but the sky changes when they are wives. I will be more jealous of thee than a Barbary cock-pigeon over his hen; more
Pagina 61 - Jaq. [Aside.] O knowledge ill-inhabited, worse than Jove in a thatch'd house! Touch. When a man's verses cannot be understood, nor a man's good wit seconded with the forward child Understanding, it strikes a man more dead than a great reckoning in a little room. Truly, I would the gods had made thee poetical.
Pagina 14 - if killed, but one dead that is willing to be so. I shall do my friends no wrong, for I have none to lament me; the world no injury, for in it I have nothing; only in the world I fill up a place, which may be better supplied when I have made it empty.
Pagina 61 - Touch. Come apace, good Audrey: I will fetch up your goats, Audrey. And how, Audrey ? am I the man yet? doth my simple feature content you? 4 Aud. Your features! Lord warrant us! what features ? Touch. I am here with thee and thy goats, as the most capricious poet, honest Ovid, was among the Goths.