As You Like it: A ComedyS. Gosnell, 1810 - 72 Seiten |
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... daughter , be banish'd with her father ? - Cha . O , no ; for the new duke's daughter , her cou- sin , so loves her , —being ever from their cradles bred together , that she would have follow'd her exile , or have died to stay behind ...
... daughter , be banish'd with her father ? - Cha . O , no ; for the new duke's daughter , her cou- sin , so loves her , —being ever from their cradles bred together , that she would have follow'd her exile , or have died to stay behind ...
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... success- fully . Duke F. How now , daughter , and cousin ? are you crept hither to see the wrestling ? Duke F. You will take little delight in it , Ros . Ay , my liege ; so please you give us leave . AS YOU LIKE IT . 13.
... success- fully . Duke F. How now , daughter , and cousin ? are you crept hither to see the wrestling ? Duke F. You will take little delight in it , Ros . Ay , my liege ; so please you give us leave . AS YOU LIKE IT . 13.
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... daughter , there's enough . Ros . [ Rises . So was I , when your highness took his dukedom ; So was I , when your highness banish'd him : Treason is not inherited , my lord ; Or , if we did derive it from our friends , What's that to me ...
... daughter , there's enough . Ros . [ Rises . So was I , when your highness took his dukedom ; So was I , when your highness banish'd him : Treason is not inherited , my lord ; Or , if we did derive it from our friends , What's that to me ...
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... daughter ? Ros . That he hath not . ? Cel . No hath not ? Rosalind lacks then the love Which teacheth thee that thou and I am one : Shall we be sunder'd ? shall we part , sweet girl ? No ; let my father seek another heir . Therefore ...
... daughter ? Ros . That he hath not . ? Cel . No hath not ? Rosalind lacks then the love Which teacheth thee that thou and I am one : Shall we be sunder'd ? shall we part , sweet girl ? No ; let my father seek another heir . Therefore ...
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... daughter and her cousin much commend The parts and graces of the wrestler That did but lately foil the sinewy Charles ; And she believes , wherever they are gone , That youth is surely in their company . Duke F. Send to his brother ...
... daughter and her cousin much commend The parts and graces of the wrestler That did but lately foil the sinewy Charles ; And she believes , wherever they are gone , That youth is surely in their company . Duke F. Send to his brother ...
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Adam Aliena AMIENS Art thou banish'd bastinado beard Beau blood brother call'd CELIA clown CORIN counterfeited Cover thy head Cuckoo daugh daughter dear diest doth Drums and Trumpets Duke F Duke FREDERICK Enter Duke Enter JAQUES Enter OLIVER Enter ORLANDO Enter ROSALIND Enter TOUCHSTONE epilogue Exeunt eyes fair faith father Flourish of Drums fool forest Forest of Arden fortune Ganymede gentle give heart hither honour hyen HYMEN leads Lie direct lioness Little Queen live look lord lov'd lover mede mistress motley fool old justice old sir Rowland's Phebe pity play poor pr'ythee pray quarrel Quip modest Reproof valiant SCENE seventh cause shepherd SILVIUS sings sir Rowland speak swear sweet tell thing thou art thrasonical Touch tree true truth in sight unto withal woman word wrestling young youth
Beliebte Passagen
Seite 23 - O good old man ; how well in thee appears The constant service of the antique world, When service sweat for duty, not for meed...
Seite 33 - Under the shade of melancholy boughs, Lose and neglect the creeping hours of time; If ever you have look'd on better days; If ever been where bells have knoll'd to church ; If ever sat at any good man's feast ; If ever from your eyelids wip'da tear, And know what 'tis to pity and be pitied; Let gentleness my strong enforcement be : In the which hope, I blush, and hide my sword.
Seite 28 - 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.
Seite 34 - This wide and universal theatre Presents more woeful pageants than the scene Wherein we play in. Jaq. 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.
Seite 24 - 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. 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...
Seite 32 - how the world wags: 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.
Seite 37 - I like it very well ; but in respect 15 that it is private, it is a very vile life. Now, in respect it is in the fields, it pleaseth me well ; but in respect it is not in the court, it is tedious.
Seite 34 - 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.
Seite 27 - I have neither the scholar's melancholy, which is emulation ; nor the musician's, which is fantastical; nor the courtier's, which is proud; nor the soldier's, which is ambitious ; nor the lawyer's, which is politic ; nor the lady's, which is nice ; nor the lover's, which is all these...
Seite 53 - 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.