Twelfth night. Winter's talePrinted for, and under the direction of, John Bell, 1788 |
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... mind that envy could not but call fair ; she is drown'd , already , sir , with salt water , though I seem to drown her remembrance again with more . 31 Ant . Pardon me , sir , your bad entertainment . Seb . O good Antonio , forgive me ...
... mind that envy could not but call fair ; she is drown'd , already , sir , with salt water , though I seem to drown her remembrance again with more . 31 Ant . Pardon me , sir , your bad entertainment . Seb . O good Antonio , forgive me ...
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... mind is a very opal ! -I would have men of such constancy put to sea , that their business might be every thing , and their intent every where ; for that's it , that always makes a good voyage of nothing.- Farewel . Duke . Let all the ...
... mind is a very opal ! -I would have men of such constancy put to sea , that their business might be every thing , and their intent every where ; for that's it , that always makes a good voyage of nothing.- Farewel . Duke . Let all the ...
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... mind , though yellow in my legs : It did come to his hands , and commands shall be executed . I think , we do know the sweet Roman hand . Oli . Wilt thou go to bed , Malvolio ? 340 Mal . To bed ? ay , sweet heart ; and I'll come to thee ...
... mind , though yellow in my legs : It did come to his hands , and commands shall be executed . I think , we do know the sweet Roman hand . Oli . Wilt thou go to bed , Malvolio ? 340 Mal . To bed ? ay , sweet heart ; and I'll come to thee ...
Page 68
... nor admire not in thy mind , why I do call thee so , for I will shew thee no reason for't . Fab . A good note : that keeps you from the blow of the law .. Sir To . Thou com'st to the lady Olivia , Sir 68 48 III . TWELFTH - NIGHT : OR ,
... nor admire not in thy mind , why I do call thee so , for I will shew thee no reason for't . Fab . A good note : that keeps you from the blow of the law .. Sir To . Thou com'st to the lady Olivia , Sir 68 48 III . TWELFTH - NIGHT : OR ,
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... mind ; . None can be call'd deform'd , but the unkind : Virtue is beauty ; but the beauteous evil Are empty trunks , o'erflourish'd by the devil . 1 Off . The man grows mad ; away with him . Come , come , sir . Ant . Lead me on . [ Exit ...
... mind ; . None can be call'd deform'd , but the unkind : Virtue is beauty ; but the beauteous evil Are empty trunks , o'erflourish'd by the devil . 1 Off . The man grows mad ; away with him . Come , come , sir . Ant . Lead me on . [ Exit ...
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ancient Antigonus Autolycus Ben Jonson beseech better Bohemia Brownist called Camillo Cesario CLEOMENES Clown daughter dear dost doth Duke Enter Exeunt Exit eyes father fear folio fool Gent gentleman give hand Hanmer hath heart heaven HENLEY Hermione honest Honest Whore honour i'the Illyria in't is't JOHNSON king kiss knight lady last enchantment Leontes lord madam MALONE Malvolio means mistress musick never o'er o'the old copy Olivia on't pash passage Paul Paulina Perdita play Polixenes Polyolbion pr'ythee pray prince queen Romeo and Juliet SCENE seems Shakspere Shakspere's Shep shew Sicilia Sir Andrew Sir Andrew Ague-cheek Sir Toby Sir Topas song speak STEEVENS swear sweet tell thee THEOBALD there's thing thou art thou hast three merry TWELFTH NIGHT Viola volgo WARBURTON WINTER'S TALE woman word
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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.