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Now , sir , thought is free : I pray you , bring your hand to the buttery - bar , and let it drink . Sir And . Wherefore , sweet heart ? what's your metaphor ? Mar. It's dry , sir . Şir And . Why , I think so ; I am not such an ass ...
Now , sir , thought is free : I pray you , bring your hand to the buttery - bar , and let it drink . Sir And . Wherefore , sweet heart ? what's your metaphor ? Mar. It's dry , sir . Şir And . Why , I think so ; I am not such an ass ...
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Vio . I am a messenger . Oli . Sure , you have some hideous matter to deliver , when the courtesy of it is so fearful . Speak your office . Vio . It alone concerns your ear . I bring no overture of war , no taxation of homage ...
Vio . I am a messenger . Oli . Sure , you have some hideous matter to deliver , when the courtesy of it is so fearful . Speak your office . Vio . It alone concerns your ear . I bring no overture of war , no taxation of homage ...
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Would not a pair of these have bred , sir ? Vio . Yes , being kept together , and put to use . Clo . I would play lord Pandarus of Phrygia , sir , to bring a Cressida to this Troilus . Vio . I understand you , sir ; ' tis well begg'd .
Would not a pair of these have bred , sir ? Vio . Yes , being kept together , and put to use . Clo . I would play lord Pandarus of Phrygia , sir , to bring a Cressida to this Troilus . Vio . I understand you , sir ; ' tis well begg'd .
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Come , bring us , bring us where he is . ' , ( Exeunt . SCENE III , 1 The Street . Enter ANTONIO , and SEBASTIAN . Seb . I would not , by my will , have troubled you ; But , since you make your pleasure of your pains , .
Come , bring us , bring us where he is . ' , ( Exeunt . SCENE III , 1 The Street . Enter ANTONIO , and SEBASTIAN . Seb . I would not , by my will , have troubled you ; But , since you make your pleasure of your pains , .
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My niece is already in the belief that he is mad ; we may carry it thus , for our pleasure , and his penance , till our very pastime , tired out of breath , prompt us to have mercy on him : at which time , we will bring the device to ...
My niece is already in the belief that he is mad ; we may carry it thus , for our pleasure , and his penance , till our very pastime , tired out of breath , prompt us to have mercy on him : at which time , we will bring the device to ...
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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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