Shakspere's As You Like itLongman, Green, and Company, 1896 - 102 էջ |
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... Duke's wrestler ; which Charles in a moment threw him , and broke three of his ribs , that there is little hope of ... f conversatio Мини Алки and Orlands . CEL Sc . II . ] 13 AS YOU LIKE IT.
... Duke's wrestler ; which Charles in a moment threw him , and broke three of his ribs , that there is little hope of ... f conversatio Мини Алки and Orlands . CEL Sc . II . ] 13 AS YOU LIKE IT.
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... DUKE F. How now , daughter and cousin ! are you crept hither to see the wrestling ? Ros . Ay , my liege , so please you give us leave . DUKE F. You will take little delight in it , I can tell you , there is such odds in the man . In ...
... DUKE F. How now , daughter and cousin ! are you crept hither to see the wrestling ? Ros . Ay , my liege , so please you give us leave . DUKE F. You will take little delight in it , I can tell you , there is such odds in the man . In ...
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... DUKE F. You shall try but one fall . 190 CHA . No , I warrant your Grace , you shall not entreat him to a second , that have so mightily persuaded him from a first . 1 Cf. I. i . 163 . 3 Only goes with place . Fortunate : " I never had ...
... DUKE F. You shall try but one fall . 190 CHA . No , I warrant your Grace , you shall not entreat him to a second , that have so mightily persuaded him from a first . 1 Cf. I. i . 163 . 3 Only goes with place . Fortunate : " I never had ...
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... DUKE F. No more , no more . ORL . Yes , I beseech your Grace : I am not yet well breathed . DUKE F. How dost thou , Charles ? LE BEAU . He cannot speak , my lord . DUKE F. Bear him away . What is thy name , young man ? ORL . Orlando ...
... DUKE F. No more , no more . ORL . Yes , I beseech your Grace : I am not yet well breathed . DUKE F. How dost thou , Charles ? LE BEAU . He cannot speak , my lord . DUKE F. Bear him away . What is thy name , young man ? ORL . Orlando ...
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... Duke . CEL . With his eyes full of anger . Enter DUKE FREDERICK , with LORDS . DUKE F. Mistress , dispatch you with your safest haste ' And get you from our court . Ros . DUKE F. Me , uncle ? You , cousin : ' 3 40 Within these ten days ...
... Duke . CEL . With his eyes full of anger . Enter DUKE FREDERICK , with LORDS . DUKE F. Mistress , dispatch you with your safest haste ' And get you from our court . Ros . DUKE F. Me , uncle ? You , cousin : ' 3 40 Within these ten days ...
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Էջ 25 - 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 30 - 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.
Էջ 40 - Invest me in my motley ; give me leave To speak my mind, and I will through and through Cleanse the foul body of the infected world, If they will patiently receive my medicine.
Էջ 76 - 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 36 - And loves to live i' the sun, Seeking the food he eats And pleased with what he gets, Come hither, come hither, come hither: Here shall he see No enemy But winter and rough weather.
Էջ 42 - I thought that all things had been savage here, And therefore put I on the countenance Of stern commandment. But whate'er you are That in this desert inaccessible, Under the shade of melancholy boughs, Lose and neglect the creeping hours of time...
Էջ 43 - 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; 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...
Էջ 30 - O good old man ; how well in thee appears The constant service of the antique world, When service sweat for duty, not for meed ! Thou art not for the fashion of these times, Where none will sweat, but for promotion; And having that, do choke their service up Even with the having: it is not so with thee.
Էջ 44 - The sixth age shifts Into the lean and slipper'd pantaloon, With spectacles on nose and pouch on side; His youthful hose, well saved, a world too wide For his shrunk shank; and his big manly voice, Turning again toward childish treble, pipes And whistles in his sound. Last scene of all, That ends this strange eventful history, Is second childishness and mere oblivion, Sans teeth, sans eyes, sans taste, sans everything.
Էջ 39 - No, sir," quoth he, "Call me not fool till heaven hath sent me fortune." And then he drew a dial from his poke, And, looking on it with lack-lustre eye, Says very wisely, "It is ten o'clock. Thus we may see," quoth he, "how the world wags.