Twelfth night. Much ado about nothing. As you like itL.A. Lewis, 125, Fleet Street., 1841 |
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... thought , ( in so far as these are necessary for the characterizing of human life , ) to be considered as the first qualities of a poet , there is none worthy to be compared with Shakspeare . Other poets have endeavoured to transport us ...
... thought , ( in so far as these are necessary for the characterizing of human life , ) to be considered as the first qualities of a poet , there is none worthy to be compared with Shakspeare . Other poets have endeavoured to transport us ...
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... thoughts lie rich , when canopied with bowers . [ Exeunt . SCENE II . The sea - coast . Enter VIOLA , CAPTAIN , and Sailors . Vio . What country , friends , is this ? Cap . This is Illyria , lady . Vio . And what should I do in Illyria ...
... thoughts lie rich , when canopied with bowers . [ Exeunt . SCENE II . The sea - coast . Enter VIOLA , CAPTAIN , and Sailors . Vio . What country , friends , is this ? Cap . This is Illyria , lady . Vio . And what should I do in Illyria ...
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... thought among the prudent , he would quickly have the gift of a grave . Sir To . By this hand , they are scoundrels and substractors that say so of him . Who are they ? Mar. They that add moreover , he's drunk nightly in your company ...
... thought among the prudent , he would quickly have the gift of a grave . Sir To . By this hand , they are scoundrels and substractors that say so of him . Who are they ? Mar. They that add moreover , he's drunk nightly in your company ...
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... s my hand . Mar. Now , sir , thought is free : I pray you , bring your hand to the buttery - bar , 1 and let it drink . To the door of the pantry . Sir An . Wherefore , sweetheart ? what's your metaphor 14 ACT I. TWELF1 NIGHT .
... s my hand . Mar. Now , sir , thought is free : I pray you , bring your hand to the buttery - bar , 1 and let it drink . To the door of the pantry . Sir An . Wherefore , sweetheart ? what's your metaphor 14 ACT I. TWELF1 NIGHT .
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... thought that , I'd forswear it . I'll ride home to - morrow , sir Toby . Sir To . Pourquoy , my dear knight ? Sir An . What is pourquoy ? do , or not do ? I would I had bestowed that time in the tongues , that I have in fencing ...
... thought that , I'd forswear it . I'll ride home to - morrow , sir Toby . Sir To . Pourquoy , my dear knight ? Sir An . What is pourquoy ? do , or not do ? I would I had bestowed that time in the tongues , that I have in fencing ...
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Antonio Audrey Beatrice Beau better BORACHIO brother CELIA Clau Clown cousin daughter dear Don John Don Pedro dost thou doth Duke F Exeunt Exit eyes Fabian fair faith father fellow fool forest forest of Arden fortune Friar Ganymede gentle gentleman give grace hand hath hear heart Hero hither honor Illyria Jaques lady Leonato live look lord madam Malvolio MARIA marriage marry master Master constable Messina mistress never niece night Olivia Orlando Orsino Phebe pr'ythee prince Rosalind SCENE Sebastian SHAK signior Benedick sing sir Andrew SIR ANDREW AGUE-CHEEK SIR TOBY BELCH sir Topas soul speak swear sweet tell thank there's thing thou art thou hast to-morrow tongue Touch troth Viola wilt woman word young youth
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Страница 261 - Sweet are the uses of adversity, Which, like the toad, ugly and venomous, Wears yet a precious jewel in his head ; And this our life exempt from public haunt Finds tongues in trees, books in the running brooks, Sermons in stones and good in every thing.
Страница 7 - 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 sound That breathes upon a bank of violets, Stealing and giving odour.
Страница 47 - Come away, come away, death, And in sad cypress let me be laid ; Fly away, fly away, breath ; I am slain by a fair cruel maid. My shroud of white, stuck all with yew, O, prepare it ! My part of death, no one so true Did share it. Not a flower, not a flower sweet, On my black coffin let there be strown ; Not a friend, not a friend greet My poor corpse, where my bones shall be thrown : A thousand thousand sighs to save, Lay me, O, where Sad true lover never find my grave, To weep there ! Duke.
Страница 281 - And then, the whining school-boy, with his satchel, And shining morning face, creeping like snail Unwillingly to school ; and then, the lover, Sighing like furnace, with a woful ballad Made to his mistress...
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Страница 266 - Though I look old, yet I am strong and lusty ; For in my youth I never did apply Hot and rebellious liquors in my blood; Nor did not with unbashful forehead woo The means of weakness and debility ; Therefore my age is as a lusty winter, Frosty, but kindly.
Страница 49 - 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.