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... the gust he hath in quarrelling , ' tis thought among the prudent , he would quickly have the gift of a grave . 141 Sir To . By this hand , they are scoundrels Sir TWELFTH - NIGHT : OR , AE I. Mar. By my troth, Sir Toby, you must .
... the gust he hath in quarrelling , ' tis thought among the prudent , he would quickly have the gift of a grave . 141 Sir To . By this hand , they are scoundrels Sir TWELFTH - NIGHT : OR , AE I. Mar. By my troth, Sir Toby, you must .
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By this hand , they are scoundrels , and subtractors , that say so of him . Who are they ? ' Mar. They that add moreover , he's drunk nightly in your company . Sir To . With drinking healths to my niece ; I'll drink to her , as long as ...
By this hand , they are scoundrels , and subtractors , that say so of him . Who are they ? ' Mar. They that add moreover , he's drunk nightly in your company . Sir To . With drinking healths to my niece ; I'll drink to her , as long as ...
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170 Sir And . An you part so , mistress , I would I might never draw sword again ; Fair lady , do you think you have fools in hand ? Mar. Sir , I have not you by the hand . Sir And . Marry , but you shall have ; and here's my hand .
170 Sir And . An you part so , mistress , I would I might never draw sword again ; Fair lady , do you think you have fools in hand ? Mar. Sir , I have not you by the hand . Sir And . Marry , but you shall have ; and here's my hand .
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... the olive in my hand : my words are as full of peace as matter . Oli . Yet you began rudely . What are you ? what would you ? 510 Vio . The rudeness , that hath appear'd in me , have I learn'd from my entertainment .
... the olive in my hand : my words are as full of peace as matter . Oli . Yet you began rudely . What are you ? what would you ? 510 Vio . The rudeness , that hath appear'd in me , have I learn'd from my entertainment .
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Oli . ' Tis in grain , sir ; ' twill endure wind and weather . Vio . ' Tis beauty truly blent , whose red and white Nature's own sweet and cunning hand laid on : Lady , you are the cruell'st shie alive , If you ...
Oli . ' Tis in grain , sir ; ' twill endure wind and weather . Vio . ' Tis beauty truly blent , whose red and white Nature's own sweet and cunning hand laid on : Lady , you are the cruell'st shie alive , If you ...
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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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