Shakespeare's Comedy of As You Like itLeach, Shewell, & Sanborn, 1896 - 234 páginas Presents William Shakespeare's comedy about young lovers, along with an introduction to the play and its productions and detailed notes on the text. |
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... Heart . " There is one peculiarly exasperating dialogue between Jaques and Rosalind , where Jaques's part is made up mainly of bits ruthlessly slashed out from Biron's fine speech at the close of the third act in Love's Labour's Lost ...
... Heart . " There is one peculiarly exasperating dialogue between Jaques and Rosalind , where Jaques's part is made up mainly of bits ruthlessly slashed out from Biron's fine speech at the close of the third act in Love's Labour's Lost ...
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... heart in action ; " and the pen of Hazlitt danced in writing her praises , " the child of nature , whose voice was a cordial to the heart , because it came from it , rich , full , like the luscious juice of the ripe grape ; to hear ...
... heart in action ; " and the pen of Hazlitt danced in writing her praises , " the child of nature , whose voice was a cordial to the heart , because it came from it , rich , full , like the luscious juice of the ripe grape ; to hear ...
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... hearts . ' John of Bordeaux . . . was greatly lamented of his sons . Saladyne . . . clad himselfe and his brothers all in black . . . but under this shewe of grief shaddowed a heart ful of contented thoughts . After a months mourning ...
... hearts . ' John of Bordeaux . . . was greatly lamented of his sons . Saladyne . . . clad himselfe and his brothers all in black . . . but under this shewe of grief shaddowed a heart ful of contented thoughts . After a months mourning ...
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... heart on your halfepeny , or are you saying a Dirge for your fathers soule ? what , is my dinner readie ? " At this question Rosader , turning his head ascance , and bending his browes as if anger there had ploughed the furrowes of her ...
... heart on your halfepeny , or are you saying a Dirge for your fathers soule ? what , is my dinner readie ? " At this question Rosader , turning his head ascance , and bending his browes as if anger there had ploughed the furrowes of her ...
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... , measureth all by present affection , and as thy heart loves , thy thoughts censure ; but if thou knewest that in liking Rosalynd thou hatchest up a bird ... to pecke out thine owne eyes , thou wouldst intreat INTRODUCTION . 23.
... , measureth all by present affection , and as thy heart loves , thy thoughts censure ; but if thou knewest that in liking Rosalynd thou hatchest up a bird ... to pecke out thine owne eyes , thou wouldst intreat INTRODUCTION . 23.
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ABBOTT Adam Spencer Alinda AMIENS Audrey banished BEAU beauty better Boare speare brother CELIA Charles Compare Lodge Coridon CORIN court daughter dayes doth DUKE FREDERICK DUKE SENIOR Duke's Elizabethan ellipsis Exeunt exile eyes fair father folios read fool Forest of Arden fortunes gentle gentleman Gerismond give grace hath heart hither Hymen J. C. SMITH Jaques John of Bourdeaux KATHARINE LEE BATES King Lodge's look lord lov'd lover marry Meaning mede melancholy Merchant of Venice mistress Montanus motley fool novel Oliver's ORLANDO passion Phebe Phoebe play poor pray prithee quoth Ganimede Rosader ROSALIND Saladyne sate Scan the verse SCENE Shakespeare shalt shee shepherd sigh sight SILVIUS Sir Oliver Martext song speak speech stept sweet tears Textual Notes thee thou art thought Torismond TOUCHSTONE Touchstone's tree unto Wellesley College woman word wrestling yoong young youth РНЕВЕ
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Página 84 - 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 10 That feelingly persuade me what I am'.
Página 90 - Let me be your servant; 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.
Página 85 - 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...
Página 104 - With eyes severe and beard of formal cut, Full of wise saws and modern instances, And so he plays his part. The sixth age shifts Into the lean and...
Página 89 - When service should in my old limbs lie lame And unregarded age in corners thrown : Take that, and He that doth the ravens feed, Yea, providently caters for the sparrow, Be comfort to my age ! Here is the gold ; All this I give you.
Página 104 - 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 every thing.
Página 84 - 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...
Página 102 - 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 wiped a 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.
Página 105 - 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. Heigh, ho ! sing, heigh, ho ! unto the green holly : Most friendship is feigning, most loving mere folly Then, heigh, ho, the holly ! This life is most jolly. Freeze, freeze, thou bitter sky, That dost not bite so nigh As benefits forgot : Though thou the waters warp, Thy sting is not so sharp As friend remember'd not Heigh, ho ! sing, heigh,...
Página 103 - Thou seest, we are not all alone unhappy : 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.