Adam advances Audrey banished bear beard Beau beginning better blue break bring brother Celia Charles Chas comes Corin court Crosses daughter dear doth doublet dress Duke Enter Exeunt Exit eyes fair faith fall father feed fool forest Fortune friends gentle give grace hand hath hear heart Heaven hither honour hour House I'll Jaques Kean keep ladies leave Left live look lord lover man's marry master means Memoir mistress nature never Oliv Orlando pantaloons Phabe Phoebe pity play poor Portrait pr'ythee pray retire Right Rosalind round russet SCENE Second shepherd speak sport Stage stand stay sweet Sylv Sylvius tell thank thee thing thou thou art Touch Touchstone tree true truly withal woman wrestling young youth
第 13 頁 - 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...
第 22 頁 - 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...
第 14 頁 - Come, shall we go and kill us venison ? And yet it irks me, the poor dappled fools,— Being native burghers of this desert city, — Should, in their own confines, with forked heads Have their round haunches gor'd.
第 47 頁 - The fool doth think he is wise, but the wise man knows himself to be a fool. The heathen philosopher, when he hud a desire to eat a grape, would open his lips when he put it into his mouth ; meaning thereby, that grapes were made to eat, and lips to open. You do love this maid ? WUl.
第 14 頁 - 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 good in every thing.
第 23 頁 - 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.
第 39 頁 - Grecian club ; yet he did what he could to die before ; and he is one of the patterns of love. Leander, he would have lived many a fair year, though 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.
第 16 頁 - Under the greenwood tree Who loves to lie with me, And tune 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. Who doth ambition shun And loves to live i' the sun, Seeking the food he eats And pleased with what he gets — Come hither, come hither, come hither!