Twelfth night. Much ado about nothing. As you like itL.A. Lewis, 125, Fleet Street., 1841 |
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... tell them , there thy fixed foot shall grow , Till thou have audience . Vio . Sure , my noble lord , If she be so abandon'd to her sorrow As it is spoke , she never will admit me . Duke . Be clamorous , and leap all civil bounds ...
... tell them , there thy fixed foot shall grow , Till thou have audience . Vio . Sure , my noble lord , If she be so abandon'd to her sorrow As it is spoke , she never will admit me . Duke . Be clamorous , and leap all civil bounds ...
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... tell me where thou hast been , or I will not open my lips , so wide as a bristle may 1 Ruddy . Thy proper part in a play would be a woman's . 3 A contest full of impediments . enter , in way of thy excuse : my lady SCENE V. 19 TWELFTH ...
... tell me where thou hast been , or I will not open my lips , so wide as a bristle may 1 Ruddy . Thy proper part in a play would be a woman's . 3 A contest full of impediments . enter , in way of thy excuse : my lady SCENE V. 19 TWELFTH ...
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... Tell him , he shall not speak with me . Mal . He has been told so ; and he says , he'll stand at your door like a sheriff's post , 1 and be the supporter of a bench , but he ' ll speak with you . Oli . What kind of man is he ? Mal . Why ...
... Tell him , he shall not speak with me . Mal . He has been told so ; and he says , he'll stand at your door like a sheriff's post , 1 and be the supporter of a bench , but he ' ll speak with you . Oli . What kind of man is he ? Mal . Why ...
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... tell me , if this be the lady of the house , for I never saw her : I would be loath to cast away my speech , for , besides that it is ex- cellently well penned , I have taken great pains to con it . Good beauties , let me sustain no ...
... tell me , if this be the lady of the house , for I never saw her : I would be loath to cast away my speech , for , besides that it is ex- cellently well penned , I have taken great pains to con it . Good beauties , let me sustain no ...
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... Tell me your mind . Vio . I am a messenger . Oli . Sure , you have some hideous matter to de- liver , when the courtesy of it is so fearful . Speak your office . Vio . It alone concerns your ear . I bring no overture of war , no ...
... Tell me your mind . Vio . I am a messenger . Oli . Sure , you have some hideous matter to de- liver , when the courtesy of it is so fearful . Speak your office . Vio . It alone concerns your ear . I bring no overture of war , no ...
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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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Página 277 - twill be eleven; And so, from hour to hour, we ripe and ripe, And then, from hour to hour, we rot and rot, And thereby hangs a tale.
Página 281 - With eyes severe and beard of formal cut, Full of wise saws and modern instances; And so he plays his part. The sixth age shifts Into the lean and...
Página 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.
Página 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.
Página 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.
Página 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...
Página 272 - Under the greenwood tree, Who loves to lie with me, And tune his merry note Unto the sweet bird's throat, Come hither, come hither, come hither ; Here shall ye see No enemy, But winter and rough weather Who doth ambition shun, . And loves to live i...
Página 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.
Página 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.