Twelfth Night: Or, What You WillD. C. Heath, 1895 - 153 страници |
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Abbott Antonio bear-baiting brother Brownist Cesario character Clown colour comedy common Coriolanus cross-gartered cypress dear devil Duke Duke's Enter SIR TOBY Exeunt Exit eyes Fabian favour Feste follows fool four humours gentleman give Gl'Ingannati Glossary Gorboduc hand hath heart hence Henry Henry IV humour Illyria jade Julius Caesar knave lady letter lord madam madonna Malvolio Maria Marry master means merry Midsummer Night's Dream mistress never niece Olivia omission Orsino Othello passion peace phrase pia mater play prithee probably properly Puritan Re-enter reference scansion SCENE Sebastian sense servant Shakespeare Shrew Silla Sir Andrew Sir Toby's Sir Topas smile song soul speak Steevens story sweet syllable tell term thee there's thou art Twelfth Night verb Viola woman word yellow stockings youth
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Страница 49 - 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.
Страница 50 - 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.
Страница 48 - Too old by heaven: let still the woman take An elder than herself, so wears she to him; So sways she level in her husband's heart: For boy, however we do praise ourselves, Our fancies are more giddy and unfirm, More longing, wavering, sooner lost and worn, Than women's are.
Страница 48 - 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.
Страница 40 - Make me a willow cabin at your gate, And call upon my soul within the house; Write loyal cantons of contemned love, And sing them loud even in the dead of night; Holla your name to the reverberate hills, And make the babbling gossip of the air Cry out, Olivia!
Страница 86 - 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.
Страница 8 - That the argument of his comedy might have been of some other nature, as of a duke to be in love with a countess, and that countess to be in love with the duke's son, and the son to love the lady's waiting-maid : some such cross wooing, with a clown to their servingman, better than to be thus near, and familiarly allied to the time.
Страница 118 - ... harmony, That sit upon the nine infolded spheres, And sing to those that hold the vital shears, And turn the adamantine spindle round, On which the fate of Gods and men is wound. Such sweet compulsion doth in music lie, To lull the daughters of Necessity, And keep unsteady Nature to her law, And the low world in measured motion draw After the heavenly tune, which none can hear Of human mould, with gross unpurged ear...
Страница 39 - O, sir, I will not be so hard-hearted ; I will give out divers schedules of my beauty : it shall be inventoried, and every particle and utensil...
Страница 44 - 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.