As You Like itAllyn and Bacon, 1922 - 161 páginas |
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... Song . Ami . Under the greenwood tree Who loves to lie with me , And turn 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 . 5 Jaq . More ...
... Song . Ami . Under the greenwood tree Who loves to lie with me , And turn 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 . 5 Jaq . More ...
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... song , as a weasel sucks eggs . More , I prithee , more . Ami . My voice is ragged : I know I cannot please you . Jaq . I do not desire you to please me ; I do desire you to sing . Come , more ; another stanzo : call you ' em stanzos ...
... song , as a weasel sucks eggs . More , I prithee , more . Ami . My voice is ragged : I know I cannot please you . Jaq . I do not desire you to please me ; I do desire you to sing . Come , more ; another stanzo : call you ' em stanzos ...
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... song . Duke S. If he , compact of jars , grow musical , We shall have shortly discord in the spheres . Go , seek him : tell him I would speak with him . Enter Jaques . 5 First Lord . He saves my labor by his own approach . Duke S. Why ...
... song . Duke S. If he , compact of jars , grow musical , We shall have shortly discord in the spheres . Go , seek him : tell him I would speak with him . Enter Jaques . 5 First Lord . He saves my labor by his own approach . Duke S. Why ...
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... Song . Ami . 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 . 170 175 Heigh - ho ! sing , heigh - ho ! unto the green holly ...
... Song . Ami . 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 . 170 175 Heigh - ho ! sing , heigh - ho ! unto the green holly ...
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... song without a burden : thou bringest me out of tune . Ros . Do you not know I am a woman ? when I think , I must speak . Sweet , say on . Cel . You bring me out . Soft ! comes he not here ? 221 Enter Orlando and Jaques . Ros . ' Tis he ...
... song without a burden : thou bringest me out of tune . Ros . Do you not know I am a woman ? when I think , I must speak . Sweet , say on . Cel . You bring me out . Soft ! comes he not here ? 221 Enter Orlando and Jaques . Ros . ' Tis he ...
Palavras e frases frequentes
actors Adam Adam Spencer Aliena ANNE HATHAWAY'S COTTAGE Audrey banished Beau beautiful brother character comedies Corin court daughter doth drama dramatist Duke F Duke Frederick Duke Senior Enter Exeunt eyes father fool Forest of Arden fortune Francis Meres friends Ganymede gentle Gerismond give Globe Theatre grace hath heart honor Jaques Julius Caesar LENOX AND TILDEN LINE live London look Lord lover marry means melancholy Merchant of Venice merry Midsummer Night's Dream nature Oliver Orlando Phebe play poet poet's pray prithee PUBLIC LIBRARY ASTOR quoth Rosader Rosalind Saladyne scene scorn Shake shepherd Sidney Lee Silvius song speak speare speech stage story Stratford Stratford-on-Avon sweet tell theatre thee thou art TILDEN FOUNDATIONS to-day Touch Touchstone tragedies tree verses William Shakespeare withal woman word wrestling young youth
Passagens conhecidas
Página 156 - Let me not to the marriage of true minds Admit impediments. Love is not love Which alters when it alteration finds, Or bends with the remover to remove : O, no ! it is an ever-fixed mark That looks on tempests and is never shaken ; It is the star to every wandering bark, Whose worth "s unknown, although his height be taken.
Página 159 - His mind and hand went together ; and what he thought, he uttered with that easiness, that we have scarce received from him a blot in his papers.
Página 35 - 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.
Página 127 - They say he is already in the forest of Arden, and a many merry men with him ; and there they live like the old Robin Hood of England. They say many young gentlemen flock to him every day, and fleet the time carelessly, as they did in the golden world.
Página 36 - 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.
Página 40 - 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.
Página 43 - No more but that I know, the more one sickens, the worse at ease he is; and that he that wants money, means, and content, is without three good friends...
Página 23 - Under an oak, whose antique root peeps out Upon the brook that brawls along this wood : To the which place a poor...
Página 86 - It was a lover and his lass, With a hey, and a ho, and a hey nonino, That o'er the green corn-field did pass In the spring time, the only pretty ring time, When birds do sing, hey ding a ding, ding : Sweet lovers love the spring.
Página 169 - This pencil take (she said), whose colours clear Richly paint the vernal year : Thine, too, these golden keys, immortal Boy! This can unlock the gates of Joy; Of Horror that, and thrilling Fears, Or ope the sacred source of sympathetic Tears.