The Plays of Shakspeare, Volume 14Doubleday & McClure Company, 1897 |
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... Mar. And you too , sir . Sir To . Accost , Sir Andrew , accost . Sir And . What's that ? Sir To . My niece's chambermaid . Sir And . Good Mistress Accost , I desire better Sir And . Good Mistress Mary Accost , — Sir [ Act L.
... Mar. And you too , sir . Sir To . Accost , Sir Andrew , accost . Sir And . What's that ? Sir To . My niece's chambermaid . Sir And . Good Mistress Accost , I desire better Sir And . Good Mistress Mary Accost , — Sir [ Act L.
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... better in thy youth Than in a nuncio of more grave aspect . Vio . I think not so , my lord . Duke . Dear lad , believe it ; For they shall yet belie thy happy years That say thou art a man : Diana's lip Is not more smooth and rubious ...
... better in thy youth Than in a nuncio of more grave aspect . Vio . I think not so , my lord . Duke . Dear lad , believe it ; For they shall yet belie thy happy years That say thou art a man : Diana's lip Is not more smooth and rubious ...
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... Better a witty fool than a foolish wit . Enter OLIVIA and MALVOLIO . God bless thee , lady ! Oli . Take the fool away . Clo . Do you not hear , fellows ? Take away the lady . Oli . Go to , you ' re a dry fool ; I'll no more of counsel ...
... Better a witty fool than a foolish wit . Enter OLIVIA and MALVOLIO . God bless thee , lady ! Oli . Take the fool away . Clo . Do you not hear , fellows ? Take away the lady . Oli . Go to , you ' re a dry fool ; I'll no more of counsel ...
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... better fool . Clo . God send you , sir , a speedy infirmity , for the better increasing your folly ; Sir Toby will be sworn that I am no fox ; but he will not pass his word for twopence that you are no fool . Oli . How say you to that ...
... better fool . Clo . God send you , sir , a speedy infirmity , for the better increasing your folly ; Sir Toby will be sworn that I am no fox ; but he will not pass his word for twopence that you are no fool . Oli . How say you to that ...
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... does well enough , if he be disposed , and so do I too : he does it with a better grace , but I do it more natural . Sir To . [ Sings . ] [ Sings . ] 0 , the O , the twelfth day of Enter MALVOLIO . Mal . My masters , are you [ Act II .
... does well enough , if he be disposed , and so do I too : he does it with a better grace , but I do it more natural . Sir To . [ Sings . ] [ Sings . ] 0 , the O , the twelfth day of Enter MALVOLIO . Mal . My masters , are you [ Act II .
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Antigonus Apolonius AUTOLYCUS beauty began Bellaria better beyng Bohemia brother Camillo Capnio Cesario child CLEOMENES Clown daughter dear death Delphos Dorastus dost Duke Egistus Enter Exeunt Exit eyes FABIAN father Fawnia fear FLORIZEL fool fortune Franion gentleman give hand hath haue hear heard heart heavens Hermione honour Illyria Iulina king lady Lelia Leon Leontes look lord madam Malvolio MARIA married matter mind never night noble Olivia oracle Orsino Pandosto Paul Paulina Perdita play Polixenes poor Porrus pray prince queen Re-enter SCENE Sebastian servant Shakespeare Shep shepherd Sicilia Silla Siluio Sir Andrew Sir ANDREW AGUE-CHEEK Sir TOBY BELCH Sir Topas sorrow speak swear sweet tell thee there's thou art thou hast thought TWELFTH-NIGHT tyme Viola vnto whither wife WINTER'S TALE young
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Page 78 - Come away, come away, death, And in sad cypress let me be laid ; Fly away, fly away, breath ; I am slain by a fair cruel maid. My shroud of white, stuck all with yew, O, prepare it ! My part of death, no one so true Did share it.
Page 80 - 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.
Page 19 - 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 sound That breathes upon a bank of violets, Stealing and giving odour.
Page 60 - Holla your name to the reverberate hills, And make the babbling gossip of the air Cry out, Olivia ! O, you should not rest Between the elements of air and earth, But you should pity me. Oli. You might do much: What is your parentage?
Page 98 - But nature makes that mean : so, over that art Which you say adds to nature, is an art That nature makes.
Page 99 - 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.
Page 98 - re welcome, sir. — Give me those flowers there, Dorcas. — Reverend sirs, For you there 's rosemary and rue ; these keep Seeming and savour all the winter long : Grace and remembrance be to you both, And welcome to our shearing ! Pol.
Page 28 - What years, i' faith ? Vio. About your years, my lord. Duke. Too old, by heaven; let still the woman take An elder than herself ; so wears she to him, So sways she level in her husband's heart. For, boy, however we do praise ourselves, Our fancies are more giddy and unfirm, More longing, wavering, sooner lost and worn, Than women's are.
Page 152 - Gainst knaves and thieves men shut their gate, For the rain it raineth every day. But when I came, alas ! to wive, With hey, ho, the wind and the rain, By swaggering could I never thrive, For the rain it raineth every day.