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Sir And . Are you full of them ? Mar. Ay sir ; I have them at my fingers ' ends : marry , now I let go your hand , I am barren . [ Exit MARIA . Sir To . O knight , thou lack'st a cup of canary ; When did I see thee so put down ?
Sir And . Are you full of them ? Mar. Ay sir ; I have them at my fingers ' ends : marry , now I let go your hand , I am barren . [ Exit MARIA . Sir To . O knight , thou lack'st a cup of canary ; When did I see thee so put down ?
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... for I myself am best , When least in company : -Prosper well in this , And thou shalt live as freely as thy lord , 299 To call his fortunes thine . Vio . I'll do my best , To woo your lady : [ Exit Duke . ) yet , à barrful strife !
... for I myself am best , When least in company : -Prosper well in this , And thou shalt live as freely as thy lord , 299 To call his fortunes thine . Vio . I'll do my best , To woo your lady : [ Exit Duke . ) yet , à barrful strife !
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[ Exit . Enter OLIVIA , and MALVOLIO . Člo . Wit , and't be thy will , put me into good fooling ! Those wits , that think they have thee , do very oft prove fools ; and I , that am sure I lack thee , may pass for a wise man : For what ...
[ Exit . Enter OLIVIA , and MALVOLIO . Člo . Wit , and't be thy will , put me into good fooling ! Those wits , that think they have thee , do very oft prove fools ; and I , that am sure I lack thee , may pass for a wise man : For what ...
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Go you , Malvolio : if it be a suit from the count , I am sick , or not at home ; what you will , to dismiss it . [ Exit MALVOLIO . ] Now you see , sir , how your fooling grows old yoli 20 Aft I. TWELFTH - NIGHT : OR , a barren rascal; ...
Go you , Malvolio : if it be a suit from the count , I am sick , or not at home ; what you will , to dismiss it . [ Exit MALVOLIO . ] Now you see , sir , how your fooling grows old yoli 20 Aft I. TWELFTH - NIGHT : OR , a barren rascal; ...
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... an he will , I care not : give me faith , say I. Well , it's all one . [ Exit . Oli . What's a drunken man like , fool ? Clo . Like a drown'd man , a fool , and a madınan : one draught above heat makes him a fool ; the second mads ...
... an he will , I care not : give me faith , say I. Well , it's all one . [ Exit . Oli . What's a drunken man like , fool ? Clo . Like a drown'd man , a fool , and a madınan : one draught above heat makes him a fool ; the second mads ...
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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...
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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.
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