Twelfth night. Winter's talePrinted for, and under the direction of, John Bell, 1788 |
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Sida 57
... given unsought , is better . Vio . By innocence I swear , and by my youth , I have one heart , one bosom , and one truth , And that no woman has ; nor never none Shall mistress be of it , save I alone . And so adieu , good madam ; never ...
... given unsought , is better . Vio . By innocence I swear , and by my youth , I have one heart , one bosom , and one truth , And that no woman has ; nor never none Shall mistress be of it , save I alone . And so adieu , good madam ; never ...
Sida 62
... given us bloody argument . It might have since been answer'd in repaying What we took from them ; which , for traffick's sake , Most of our city did : only myself stood out : For which , if I be lapsed in this place , I shall pay dear ...
... given us bloody argument . It might have since been answer'd in repaying What we took from them ; which , for traffick's sake , Most of our city did : only myself stood out : For which , if I be lapsed in this place , I shall pay dear ...
Sida 70
... honour , sav`d , may upon asking give ? Vio . Nothing but this , your true love for my master . Oli . How with mine honour may I give him that , Which I have given to you ? Vio . I Which 70 A & III . TWELFTH NIGHT : OR ,
... honour , sav`d , may upon asking give ? Vio . Nothing but this , your true love for my master . Oli . How with mine honour may I give him that , Which I have given to you ? Vio . I Which 70 A & III . TWELFTH NIGHT : OR ,
Sida 71
William Shakespeare. Which I have given to you ? Vio . I will acquit you . Oli . Well , come again to - morrow : Fare thee well ; A fiend , like thee , might bear my soul to hell . [ Exit . Re - enter Sir TOBY , and FABIAN . Sir To ...
William Shakespeare. Which I have given to you ? Vio . I will acquit you . Oli . Well , come again to - morrow : Fare thee well ; A fiend , like thee , might bear my soul to hell . [ Exit . Re - enter Sir TOBY , and FABIAN . Sir To ...
Sida 94
... given Sir Toby a bloody coxcomb too : for the love of God , your help : I had rather than forty pound , I were at home . Oli . Who has done this , Sir Andrew ? Sir And . The count's gentleman , one Cesario : we took him for a coward ...
... given Sir Toby a bloody coxcomb too : for the love of God , your help : I had rather than forty pound , I were at home . Oli . Who has done this , Sir Andrew ? Sir And . The count's gentleman , one Cesario : we took him for a coward ...
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ancient Antigonus Autolycus Ben Jonson beseech better Bohemia Brownist called Camillo Cesario CLEOMENES Clown daughter dear dost doth Duke Enter Exeunt Exit eyes father fear folio fool Gent gentleman give hand Hanmer hath heart heaven HENLEY Hermione honest Honest Whore honour i'the Illyria in't is't JOHNSON king kiss knight lady last enchantment Leontes lord madam MALONE Malvolio means mistress musick never o'er o'the old copy Olivia on't pash passage Paul Paulina Perdita play Polixenes Polyolbion pr'ythee pray prince queen Romeo and Juliet SCENE seems Shakspere Shakspere's Shep shew Sicilia Sir Andrew Sir Andrew Ague-cheek Sir Toby Sir Topas song speak STEEVENS swear sweet tell thee THEOBALD there's thing thou art thou hast three merry TWELFTH NIGHT Viola volgo WARBURTON WINTER'S TALE woman word
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Sida 75 - Say there be ; Yet nature is made better by no mean But nature makes that mean : so, over that art Which you say adds to nature, is an art That nature makes.
Sida 43 - A blank, my lord. She never told her love, But let concealment, like a worm i' the bud, Feed on her damask cheek: she pined in thought; And with a green and yellow melancholy She sat like patience on a monument, Smiling at grief.
Sida 77 - I'd have you do it ever: when you sing, I'd have you buy and sell so; so give alms; Pray so ; and, for the ordering your affairs, To sing them too : When you do dance, I wish you A wave o...
Sida 75 - You see, sweet maid, we marry A gentler scion to the wildest stock, And make conceive a bark of baser kind By bud of nobler race : this is an art Which does mend nature, change it rather, but The art itself is nature.
Sida 5 - If music be the food of love, play on ; Give me excess of it, that, surfeiting, The appetite may sicken, and so die. That strain again ! it had a dying fall : O, it came o'er my ear like the sweet south, That breathes upon a bank of violets, Stealing and giving odour ! Enough ; no more : 'Tis not so sweet now as it was before.
Sida 102 - When that I was and a little tiny boy, With hey, ho, the wind and the rain; A foolish thing was but a toy, For the rain it raineth every day.
Sida 25 - Tis beauty truly blent, whose red and white Nature's own sweet and cunning hand laid on...
Sida 33 - O, mistress mine, where are you roaming? O stay and hear ; your true love's coming, That can sing both high and low : Trip no further, pretty sweeting; Journeys end in lovers' meeting, Every wise man's son doth know.