The Plays of Shakespeare: The Text Regulated by the Old Copies, and by the Recently Discovered Folio of 1632, Containing Early Manuscript EmendationsWhittaker and Company, 1853 - 884 pages |
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Page 249
... Sir TOBY BELCH , Uncle to Olivia . Sir ANDREW AGUE - CHEEK . MALVOLIO , Steward to Olivia . FABIAN , Clown , Servants to Olivia . SCENE I. - An Apartment in the DUKE's Palace . Enter DUKE , CURIO , Lords . Music playing . Duke . If ...
... Sir TOBY BELCH , Uncle to Olivia . Sir ANDREW AGUE - CHEEK . MALVOLIO , Steward to Olivia . FABIAN , Clown , Servants to Olivia . SCENE I. - An Apartment in the DUKE's Palace . Enter DUKE , CURIO , Lords . Music playing . Duke . If ...
Page 250
... Sir TOBY BELCH , and MARIA . Sir To . What a plague means my niece , to take ... Andrew Ague - cheek ? Mar. Ay , he . Sir To . He's as tall a man as any's in ... AGUE - CHEEK . Sir And . Sir Toby Belch ! how now , sir Toby Belch ? Sir To ...
... Sir TOBY BELCH , and MARIA . Sir To . What a plague means my niece , to take ... Andrew Ague - cheek ? Mar. Ay , he . Sir To . He's as tall a man as any's in ... AGUE - CHEEK . Sir And . Sir Toby Belch ! how now , sir Toby Belch ? Sir To ...
Page 254
... sir . My determinate voyage is mere extravagancy ; but I perceive in you so excellent a touch of modesty , that you ... ANDREW AGUE - CHEEK . | midnight is to be up betimes ; and diluculo surgere , Sir To . Approach , sir Andrew : not to ...
... sir . My determinate voyage is mere extravagancy ; but I perceive in you so excellent a touch of modesty , that you ... ANDREW AGUE - CHEEK . | midnight is to be up betimes ; and diluculo surgere , Sir To . Approach , sir Andrew : not to ...
Page 257
... Sir , shall I to this lady ? Duke . Ay , that's the theme . To her in haste give her this jewel ; say , My love can give no place , bide no denay . SCENE V. - OLIVIA'S Garden . [ Exeunt . Enter Sir TOBY BELCH , Sir ANDREW AGUE - CHEEK ...
... Sir , shall I to this lady ? Duke . Ay , that's the theme . To her in haste give her this jewel ; say , My love can give no place , bide no denay . SCENE V. - OLIVIA'S Garden . [ Exeunt . Enter Sir TOBY BELCH , Sir ANDREW AGUE - CHEEK ...
Page 259
... sir ; the lady Olivia has no folly : she will keep no fool , sir , till she be married ; and fools are as like ... ANDREW AGUE - CHEEK . Sir To . Save you , gentleman . Fio . And you , sir . Sir And . Dieu vous garde , monsieur . Vio ...
... sir ; the lady Olivia has no folly : she will keep no fool , sir , till she be married ; and fools are as like ... ANDREW AGUE - CHEEK . Sir To . Save you , gentleman . Fio . And you , sir . Sir And . Dieu vous garde , monsieur . Vio ...
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