The Works of Shakespear: As you like it. The taming of the shrew. All's well, that ends well. Twelfth-night: or, What you willRobert Martin, 1768 |
µµ¼ º»¹®¿¡¼
34°³ÀÇ °á°ú Áß 1 - 5°³
8 ÆäÀÌÁö
... mistress of ; and would you yet I were merrier ? unless you could teach me to forget a banish'd father , you muft not learn me how to remember ordinary pleasure . any extra- Cel . Herein , I see , thou lov'ft me not with the full weight ...
... mistress of ; and would you yet I were merrier ? unless you could teach me to forget a banish'd father , you muft not learn me how to remember ordinary pleasure . any extra- Cel . Herein , I see , thou lov'ft me not with the full weight ...
9 ÆäÀÌÁö
... wander you ? Clo . Mistress , you must come away to your father . Cel . Were you made the messenger ? Clo . No , by mine honour ; but I was bid to come for you . B 3 Rof . Rof . Where learned you that oath , fool ? AS YOU LIKE IT . 9.
... wander you ? Clo . Mistress , you must come away to your father . Cel . Were you made the messenger ? Clo . No , by mine honour ; but I was bid to come for you . B 3 Rof . Rof . Where learned you that oath , fool ? AS YOU LIKE IT . 9.
23 ÆäÀÌÁö
... mistress . 2 Lord . My Lord , the roynish Clown at whom fo oft Your grace was wont to laugh , is also miffing : Hefperia , the Princefs ' Gentlewoman , Confeffes Confeffes , that fhe fecretly o'er - heard Your Daughter AS YOU LIKE IT . 23.
... mistress . 2 Lord . My Lord , the roynish Clown at whom fo oft Your grace was wont to laugh , is also miffing : Hefperia , the Princefs ' Gentlewoman , Confeffes Confeffes , that fhe fecretly o'er - heard Your Daughter AS YOU LIKE IT . 23.
27 ÆäÀÌÁö
... mistress praise , Thou haft not lov'd.- Or if thou haft not broke from company Abruptly , as my paffion now makes me ; Thou haft not lov'd.- O Phebe ! Phebe ! Phebe ! [ Exit Sil . Rof . Alas , poor Shepherd ! fearching of thy wound , I ...
... mistress praise , Thou haft not lov'd.- Or if thou haft not broke from company Abruptly , as my paffion now makes me ; Thou haft not lov'd.- O Phebe ! Phebe ! Phebe ! [ Exit Sil . Rof . Alas , poor Shepherd ! fearching of thy wound , I ...
47 ÆäÀÌÁö
... mistress , the world , and all our mifery . Orla . I will chide no breather in the world but my- felf , against whom I know most faults . Jaq . The worst fault you have , is to be in love . Orla . Orla . ' Tis a fault I will not change ...
... mistress , the world , and all our mifery . Orla . I will chide no breather in the world but my- felf , against whom I know most faults . Jaq . The worst fault you have , is to be in love . Orla . Orla . ' Tis a fault I will not change ...
±âŸ ÃâÆǺ» - ¸ðµÎ º¸±â
ÀÚÁÖ ³ª¿À´Â ´Ü¾î ¹× ±¸¹®
affure againſt anſwer Baptifta Bian Bianca Bion Biondello Cath Catharina Catharine Clown Count daughter defire doft doth Duke Exeunt Exit faid father fervant ferve feven fhall fhew fhould fince fing firft firſt fome fool fpeak ftand ftill fuch fure fwear fweet gentleman give Gremio hath heart heav'n himſelf hither honour horſe Hortenfio houſe huſband Illyria itſelf Kate King knave Lady Lord Lucentio Madam mafter maid Malvolio marry miftrefs miſtreſs moft moſt muft muſt myſelf Narbon Orla Orlando Padua Petruchio pleaſe pleaſure pr'ythee pray preſent reafon Rofalind Roufillon ſay SCENE Enter ſhall ſhe Signior Sir Toby ſpeak tell thee thefe theſe thine thoſe thou art thouſand Tranio uſe wife worfe yourſelf youth
Àαâ Àο뱸
33 ÆäÀÌÁö - I must have liberty Withal, as large a charter as the wind, To blow on whom I please...
304 ÆäÀÌÁö - element,' but the word is over-worn. \Exit. Vio. This fellow is wise enough to play the fool ; And to do that well craves a kind of wit : He must observe their mood on whom he jests, The quality of persons, and the time, And, like the haggard, check at every feather That comes before his eye.
32 ÆäÀÌÁö - 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.
25 ÆäÀÌÁö - 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.
63 ÆäÀÌÁö - 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.
21 ÆäÀÌÁö - 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.