Twelfth night. Winter's talePrinted for, and under the direction of, John Bell, 1788 |
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... never begin , if I hold my peace . Sir And . Good , i'faith I come , begin . Enter MARIA . 160 [ They sing a catch . Mar. What a catterwauling do you keep here ? If my lady have not call'd up her steward , Malvolio , and bid him turn ...
... never begin , if I hold my peace . Sir And . Good , i'faith I come , begin . Enter MARIA . 160 [ They sing a catch . Mar. What a catterwauling do you keep here ? If my lady have not call'd up her steward , Malvolio , and bid him turn ...
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... good Sir Toby . Clo . His eyes do shew his days are almost done . Mal . Is't even so ? Sir To . But I will never die . Clo . Sir Toby , there you lie . Dij Mal . Mal . This is much credit to you . Sir AЯ II . 35 WHAT YOU WILL .
... good Sir Toby . Clo . His eyes do shew his days are almost done . Mal . Is't even so ? Sir To . But I will never die . Clo . Sir Toby , there you lie . Dij Mal . Mal . This is much credit to you . Sir AЯ II . 35 WHAT YOU WILL .
Page 38
... never trust me , take it how you will . Sir To . Come , come ; I'll go burn some sack , ' tis too late to go to bed now : come , knight ; come , knight . [ Exeunt . SCENE The Duke's Palace . SCENE IV . Enter Duke , 38 A & II . TWELFTH ...
... never trust me , take it how you will . Sir To . Come , come ; I'll go burn some sack , ' tis too late to go to bed now : come , knight ; come , knight . [ Exeunt . SCENE The Duke's Palace . SCENE IV . Enter Duke , 38 A & II . TWELFTH ...
Page 41
... Lay me , O ! where Sad true - love never find my grave ,. To weep there . Duke . There's for thy pains . Clo . No pains , sir ; I take pleasure in singing , sir . Duke . Duke . I'll pay thy pleasure then . 360 Clo Act II . WHAT YOU WILL .
... Lay me , O ! where Sad true - love never find my grave ,. To weep there . Duke . There's for thy pains . Clo . No pains , sir ; I take pleasure in singing , sir . Duke . Duke . I'll pay thy pleasure then . 360 Clo Act II . WHAT YOU WILL .
Page 43
... never told her love , But let concealment , like a worm i ' the bud , Feed on her damask cheek : she pin'd in thought ; And , with a green and yellow melancholy , She sat like patience on a monument , 410 Smiling at grief . Was not this ...
... never told her love , But let concealment , like a worm i ' the bud , Feed on her damask cheek : she pin'd in thought ; And , with a green and yellow melancholy , She sat like patience on a monument , 410 Smiling at grief . Was not this ...
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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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Page 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.
Page 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.
Page 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...
Page 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.
Page 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.
Page 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.
Page 25 - Tis beauty truly blent, whose red and white Nature's own sweet and cunning hand laid on...
Page 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.