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160 Do not extort thy reasons from this clause , For , that I woo , thou therefore hast no cause : But , rather , reason thus with reason fetter : Love sought is good , but given unsought , is better . Vio .
160 Do not extort thy reasons from this clause , For , that I woo , thou therefore hast no cause : But , rather , reason thus with reason fetter : Love sought is good , but given unsought , is better . Vio .
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Ant . The offence is not of such a bloody nature ; Albeit the quality of the time , and quarrel , Might well have given us bloody argument . It might have since been answer'd in repaying 290 What we took from them ; which , for ...
Ant . The offence is not of such a bloody nature ; Albeit the quality of the time , and quarrel , Might well have given us bloody argument . It might have since been answer'd in repaying 290 What we took from them ; which , for ...
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Vio . Nothing but this , your true love for my master . Oli . How with mine honour may I give him that , Which I have given to you ? Vio . I Whichi 70 TWELFTH - NIGHT : OR , A & III . between his lord and my niece confirms no less; ...
Vio . Nothing but this , your true love for my master . Oli . How with mine honour may I give him that , Which I have given to you ? Vio . I Whichi 70 TWELFTH - NIGHT : OR , A & III . between his lord and my niece confirms no less; ...
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Which I have given to you ? Vio . I will acquit you . Oli . Well , come again to - morrow : Fare thee well ; A fiend , like thee , might bear my soul to hell . [ Exit . Re - enter Sir TOBY , and FABIAN . Sir To .
Which I have given to you ? Vio . I will acquit you . Oli . Well , come again to - morrow : Fare thee well ; A fiend , like thee , might bear my soul to hell . [ Exit . Re - enter Sir TOBY , and FABIAN . Sir To .
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Sir And . H'as broke my head across , and given Sir Toby a bloody coxcomb too : for the love of God , your help : I had rather than forty pound , I were at home . Oli . Who has done this , Sir Andrew ? Sir And . The count's gentleman ...
Sir And . H'as broke my head across , and given Sir Toby a bloody coxcomb too : for the love of God , your help : I had rather than forty pound , I were at home . Oli . Who has done this , Sir Andrew ? Sir And . The count's gentleman ...
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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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