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... and that countess to be in love with the duke's son , and the son in love with the lady's waiting - majd : some such cross wooing , with a clown to their serving man , better than be thus near and familiarly allied to the time .
... and that countess to be in love with the duke's son , and the son in love with the lady's waiting - majd : some such cross wooing , with a clown to their serving man , better than be thus near and familiarly allied to the time .
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Accost , Sir Andrew , accost . Sir And . What's that ? Sir To . My niece's chainber - maid . Sir And . Good mistress Accost , I desire better ac . quaintance . 161 Mar. My name is Mary , sir . Sir And . Good Mrs. Mary Accost ,Sir To .
Accost , Sir Andrew , accost . Sir And . What's that ? Sir To . My niece's chainber - maid . Sir And . Good mistress Accost , I desire better ac . quaintance . 161 Mar. My name is Mary , sir . Sir And . Good Mrs. Mary Accost ,Sir To .
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O , then , unfold the passion of my love , Surprize her with discourse of my dear faith : It shall become thee well to act my woes ; She will attend it better in thy youth , Than in a nuncio of more grave aspect . Vio .
O , then , unfold the passion of my love , Surprize her with discourse of my dear faith : It shall become thee well to act my woes ; She will attend it better in thy youth , Than in a nuncio of more grave aspect . Vio .
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Better a witty fool , than a foolish wit . God bless thee , lady ! 331 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 you : besides , you grow ...
Better a witty fool , than a foolish wit . God bless thee , lady ! 331 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 you : besides , you grow ...
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Oli . What think you of this fool , Malvolio ? doth he not mend ! Mal . Yes ; and shall do , till the pangs of death shake him : Infirmity , that decays the wise , doth ever make the better fool , 371 Clo .
Oli . What think you of this fool , Malvolio ? doth he not mend ! Mal . Yes ; and shall do , till the pangs of death shake him : Infirmity , that decays the wise , doth ever make the better fool , 371 Clo .
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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.
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| Title | Twelfth night. Winter's tale Volume 9 of The Dramatick Writings of Will. Shakspere: With the Notes of All the Various Commentators; Printed Complete from the Best Editions of Sam. Johnson and Geo. Steevens, William Shakespeare |
| Author | William Shakespeare |
| Publisher | Printed for, and under the direction of, John Bell, 1788 |
| Original from | the University of Michigan |
| Digitized | 18 May 2007 |
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