Twelfth night. Winter's talePrinted for, and under the direction of, John Bell, 1788 |
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... turn'd into a hart ; And my desires , like fell and cruel hounds , 20 E'er since pursue me . - How now ? what news from her ? Enter VALENTINE . Val . So please my lord , I might not be admitted , But from her handmaid do return this ...
... turn'd into a hart ; And my desires , like fell and cruel hounds , 20 E'er since pursue me . - How now ? what news from her ? Enter VALENTINE . Val . So please my lord , I might not be admitted , But from her handmaid do return this ...
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... turn o'the toe like a parish - top . What , wench Castili- ano volgo ; for here comes Sir Andrew Ague.face . Enter Sir ANDREW . Sir And . Sir Toby Belch ! how now , Sir Toby Belch ? Sir To . Sweet Sir Andrew ! Sir And . Bless you , fair ...
... turn o'the toe like a parish - top . What , wench Castili- ano volgo ; for here comes Sir Andrew Ague.face . Enter Sir ANDREW . Sir And . Sir Toby Belch ! how now , Sir Toby Belch ? Sir To . Sweet Sir Andrew ! Sir And . Bless you , fair ...
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... turn'd away ; Is not that as good as a hanging to you ? 312 Clo . Marry , a good hanging prevents a bad mar- riage ; and , for turning away , let summer bear it out . Mar. You are resolute then ? Clo . Not so neither : but I am resolv'd ...
... turn'd away ; Is not that as good as a hanging to you ? 312 Clo . Marry , a good hanging prevents a bad mar- riage ; and , for turning away , let summer bear it out . Mar. You are resolute then ? Clo . Not so neither : but I am resolv'd ...
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... turn you out of doors , never trust me . Sir To . My lady's a Cataian , we are politicians ; Malvolio's a Peg - a - Ramsey , and Three merry men be we . Am not I consanguineous ? am I not of her blood ? Tilly valley , lady ! There dwelt ...
... turn you out of doors , never trust me . Sir To . My lady's a Cataian , we are politicians ; Malvolio's a Peg - a - Ramsey , and Three merry men be we . Am not I consanguineous ? am I not of her blood ? Tilly valley , lady ! There dwelt ...
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... turn him into a notable contempt : if you will see it , follow me , 626 Sir To . To the gates of Tartar , thou most excel- lent devil of wit ! Sir And . I'll make one too , [ Exeunt . ACT III . SCENE I. OLIVIA'S Garden . Enter VIOLA ...
... turn him into a notable contempt : if you will see it , follow me , 626 Sir To . To the gates of Tartar , thou most excel- lent devil of wit ! Sir And . I'll make one too , [ Exeunt . ACT III . SCENE I. OLIVIA'S Garden . Enter VIOLA ...
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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.