The Plays of Shakspeare, Volume 14Doubleday & McClure Company, 1897 |
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... present me as an eunuch to him : It may be worth thy pains ; for I can sing , And speak to him in many sorts of music , That will allow me very worth his service . What else may hap , to time I will commit ; Only shape thou thy silence ...
... present me as an eunuch to him : It may be worth thy pains ; for I can sing , And speak to him in many sorts of music , That will allow me very worth his service . What else may hap , to time I will commit ; Only shape thou thy silence ...
Page 59
... present is ' t not well done ? [ Unveiling . Vio . Excellently done , if God did all . Oli . ' T is in grain , sir ; ' t will endure wind and weather . Vio . ' T is beauty truly blent , whose red and white Nature's own sweet and cunning ...
... present is ' t not well done ? [ Unveiling . Vio . Excellently done , if God did all . Oli . ' T is in grain , sir ; ' t will endure wind and weather . Vio . ' T is beauty truly blent , whose red and white Nature's own sweet and cunning ...
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... Present mirth hath present laughter ; What's to come is still unsure : In delay there lies no plenty ; Then come kiss me , sweet - and - twenty , Youth's a stuff will not endure . Sir And . A mellifluous voice , as I am true knight ...
... Present mirth hath present laughter ; What's to come is still unsure : In delay there lies no plenty ; Then come kiss me , sweet - and - twenty , Youth's a stuff will not endure . Sir And . A mellifluous voice , as I am true knight ...
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... present trouble , Out of my lean and low ability I'll lend you something . My having is not much . I'll make division of my present with you : Hold , there is half my coffer . Ant . Will you deny me now ? Is ' t possible , that my ...
... present trouble , Out of my lean and low ability I'll lend you something . My having is not much . I'll make division of my present with you : Hold , there is half my coffer . Ant . Will you deny me now ? Is ' t possible , that my ...
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... present hour , In hope it shall not , Most freely I confess , myself and Toby Set this device against Malvolio here , Upon some stubborn and uncourteous parts We had conceived against him . Maria writ The letter at Sir Toby's great ...
... present hour , In hope it shall not , Most freely I confess , myself and Toby Set this device against Malvolio here , Upon some stubborn and uncourteous parts We had conceived against him . Maria writ The letter at Sir Toby's great ...
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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.