As You Like it: A Comedy in Five Acts, Հատոր 9J. Douglas, 1848 - 65 էջ |
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... have loved ere now . Sylv . No , Corin , being old , thou can'st not guess ; Though in thy youth thou wast as true a lover As ever sighed upon a midnight pillow ; But if thy life were ever like to mine , SCENE V ] 27 AS YOU LIKE IT .
... have loved ere now . Sylv . No , Corin , being old , thou can'st not guess ; Though in thy youth thou wast as true a lover As ever sighed upon a midnight pillow ; But if thy life were ever like to mine , SCENE V ] 27 AS YOU LIKE IT .
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... Sylv . Oh , thou didst then never love so heartily ; If thou remember'st not the slightest folly That ever love did make thee run into , Thou hast not loved : Or if thou hast not talked as I do now , Wearying thy hearer in thy mistress ...
... Sylv . Oh , thou didst then never love so heartily ; If thou remember'st not the slightest folly That ever love did make thee run into , Thou hast not loved : Or if thou hast not talked as I do now , Wearying thy hearer in thy mistress ...
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... Sylv . ( R. ) Sweet Phoebe , do not scorn me : - Phoebe : Say that you love me not ; but say not so In bitterness : The common executioner , : -do not , Whose heart the accustomed sight of death makes hard , Falls not the axe upon the ...
... Sylv . ( R. ) Sweet Phoebe , do not scorn me : - Phoebe : Say that you love me not ; but say not so In bitterness : The common executioner , : -do not , Whose heart the accustomed sight of death makes hard , Falls not the axe upon the ...
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... Sylv . ( L. ) Sweet Phoebe ! Phabe . ( R. ) Ha ! what say'st thou , Sylvius ? Sylv . Sweet Phoebe , pity me ! Phabe . Why , I am sorry for thee , gentle Sylvius . Sylv . Wherever sorrow is , relief would be . Phabe . Sylvius , the time ...
... Sylv . ( L. ) Sweet Phoebe ! Phabe . ( R. ) Ha ! what say'st thou , Sylvius ? Sylv . Sweet Phoebe , pity me ! Phabe . Why , I am sorry for thee , gentle Sylvius . Sylv . Wherever sorrow is , relief would be . Phabe . Sylvius , the time ...
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... Sylv . Phoebe , with all my heart . Phabe . I'll write it straight ; The matter's in my head , and in my heart : I will be bitter with him , and passing short : Go with me , Sylvius . SCENE III . - The Forest . [ Exeunt , L. Enter ...
... Sylv . Phoebe , with all my heart . Phabe . I'll write it straight ; The matter's in my head , and in my heart : I will be bitter with him , and passing short : Go with me , Sylvius . SCENE III . - The Forest . [ Exeunt , L. Enter ...
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11 Spruce Adam Amiens Art thou Audrey banished bear beard Beau better brother Charles Kean Chas comes cousin Cuckoo daugh daughter diest doth doublet and pantaloons Enter DUKE FREDERICK Enter ORLANDO Enter ROSALIND Exeunt Exit eyes fair faith father fool Forest of Arden fortune friends Ganymede gentle give grace HARVARD COLLEGE hath heart Heaven hither honour Hymen ladies Le Beau live look lord lover man's marry master mistress MODERN STANDARD DRAMA Monsieur motley fool Phabe Phoebe pity play poor Portrait and Memoir pr'ythee pray quoth retire Romeo and Juliet russet boots say'st SCENE II.-The Shakspeare shepherd Sir Rowland's speak swear sweet Sylv Sylvius tell thank thee thou art Thou hast Touch tree true truly twill vandyke and gauntlets weep withal woman word wrestler wrestling young youth
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Էջ 23 - 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? Here feel we but the penalty of Adam, — The seasons...
Էջ 24 - To-day, my lord of Amiens and myself Did steal behind him, as he lay along Under an oak, whose antique root peeps out Upon the brook that brawls along this wood...
Էջ 32 - 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...
Էջ 24 - Come, shall we go and kill us venison ? And yet it irks me, the poor dappled fools,— Being native burghers of this desert city, — Should, in their own confines, with forked heads Have their round haunches gor'd.
Էջ 57 - The fool doth think he is wise, but the wise man knows himself to be a fool. The heathen philosopher, when he hud a desire to eat a grape, would open his lips when he put it into his mouth ; meaning thereby, that grapes were made to eat, and lips to open. You do love this maid ? WUl.
Էջ 24 - That feelingly persuade me what I am. Sweet are the uses of adversity ; Which, like the toad, ugly and venomous, Wears yet a precious jewel in his head ; And this our life, exempt from public haunt, Finds tongues in trees, books in the running brooks, Sermons in stones, and good in every thing.
Էջ 33 - Blow, blow, thou winter wind, Thou art not so unkind As man's ingratitude ; Thy tooth is not so keen, Because thou art not seen, Although thy breath be rude.
Էջ 49 - Grecian club ; yet he did what he could to die before ; and he is one of the patterns of love. Leander, he would have lived many a fair year, though 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.
Էջ 26 - Under the greenwood tree Who loves to lie with me, And tune his merry note Unto the sweet bird's throat — Come hither, come hither, come hither! Here shall he see No enemy But winter and rough weather. Who doth ambition shun And loves to live i' the sun, Seeking the food he eats And pleased with what he gets — Come hither, come hither, come hither!
Էջ 27 - Ay, now am I in Arden ; the more fool I ; when I was at home, I was in a better place : but travellers must be content.