Tempest. Two gentlemen of Verona. Twelfth night. Measure for measure. Much ado about nothing. Midsummer night's dreamT. Cadell, 1833 |
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7. The Revel . - Sir Toby Belch , Sir Andrew Aguecheek , and the Clown sing a Catch . - Enter Maria and Malvolio . 8. Orsino sending Viola again to Olivia . 9. Malvolio meditating upon the letter he has found . - Sir Toby Belch , Sir ...
7. The Revel . - Sir Toby Belch , Sir Andrew Aguecheek , and the Clown sing a Catch . - Enter Maria and Malvolio . 8. Orsino sending Viola again to Olivia . 9. Malvolio meditating upon the letter he has found . - Sir Toby Belch , Sir ...
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... SIR ANDREW Aguecheek , " As tall a man as any ' s in Illyria , ” has been literally followed , as forming a better con- trast to VIOLA in the duel and other scenes , it not being at all certain that any other meaning should be attached ...
... SIR ANDREW Aguecheek , " As tall a man as any ' s in Illyria , ” has been literally followed , as forming a better con- trast to VIOLA in the duel and other scenes , it not being at all certain that any other meaning should be attached ...
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VII . The Revel . - SIR TOBY BELCH , SIR ANDREW AGUECHEEK , and the Clown sing a catch . - Enter MARIA . " MAR . What a catterwauling do you keep here ! If my lady have not called up her steward , Malvolio , and bid him turn you out of ...
VII . The Revel . - SIR TOBY BELCH , SIR ANDREW AGUECHEEK , and the Clown sing a catch . - Enter MARIA . " MAR . What a catterwauling do you keep here ! If my lady have not called up her steward , Malvolio , and bid him turn you out of ...
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IX . MALVOLIO meditating upon the letter he has found.- SIR TOBY BELCH , SIR ANDREW AGUE- CHEEK , and FABIAN , watching him . " MAL . I will baffle Sir Toby , I will wash off gross acquaintance , I will be point - de - vice , the very man .
IX . MALVOLIO meditating upon the letter he has found.- SIR TOBY BELCH , SIR ANDREW AGUE- CHEEK , and FABIAN , watching him . " MAL . I will baffle Sir Toby , I will wash off gross acquaintance , I will be point - de - vice , the very man .
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... SIR TOBY BELCH , SIR ANDREW AGUE- CHEEK , and FABIAN , watching him . " MARIA . He does obey every point of the letter I can hardly that I dropped to betray him ... forbear hurling things at him . " " OLI . How now , Malvolio ? MAL ...
... SIR TOBY BELCH , SIR ANDREW AGUE- CHEEK , and FABIAN , watching him . " MARIA . He does obey every point of the letter I can hardly that I dropped to betray him ... forbear hurling things at him . " " OLI . How now , Malvolio ? MAL ...
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1ST WATCH ACT I. S. Angelo ANTONIO and SEBASTIAN arbour ARIEL art thou BEAT Beatrice Borachio Borachio's confession brother Cadell Strand CALIBAN Cesario CLAUD Clown daughter Demetrius disguised DOGB Don John Don Pedro dost Duke EGEUS escape with EGLAMOUR eyes FABIAN fair Hero Ferdinand FRANK HOWARD give hath Helena HERMIA Hermia's flight honour husband ISAB Isabella Julia KING ladyship LAUNCE LEON Leonato letter and ring London Published lord LUCIO Lysander madam Malvolio MARIA Mariana marry Midsummer Nights dream Milan MIRANDA monsieur Nymphs OBERON and TITANIA Olivia ORSINO sending VIOLA Pedro and Claudio PLATES play pray PROS PROSPERO Proteus Provost PUCK purse QUINCE Ragozine receive VIOLA ring to SILVIA saving of VIOLA Signior Benedick sing Sir Andrew Aguecheek SIR TOBY BELCH SPEED spirit STEPHANO SYCORAX taking leave tell thee THESEUS thine Thisby Thurio Trinculo Twelfth Night Valentine villain الله
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Strana 17 - O, it is monstrous ! monstrous ! Methought the billows spoke, and told me of it ; The winds did sing it to me ; and the thunder, That deep and dreadful organ-pipe, pronounced The name of Prosper ; it did bass my trespass. Therefore my son i' the ooze is bedded ; and I'll seek him deeper than e'er plummet sounded, And with him there lie mudded.
Strana 61 - 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.
Strana 61 - Tis beauty truly blent, whose red and white Nature's own sweet and cunning hand laid on : Lady, you are the cruell'st she alive, If you will lead these graces to the grave And leave the world no copy.
Strana 13 - I'd divide, And burn in many places ; on the top-mast. The yards, and bowsprit, would I flame distinctly, Then meet, and join. Jove's lightnings, the precursors O' the dreadful thunder-claps, more momentary And sight-out-running were not.
Strana 61 - Too well what love women to men may owe : In faith, they are as true of heart as we. My father had a daughter loved a man, As it might be, perhaps, were I a woman, I should your lordship. » Duke. And what's her history ? Vio. A blank, my lord. She never told her love, But let concealment, like a worm i...
Strana 13 - If by your art, my dearest father, you have Put the wild waters in this roar, allay them : The sky, it seems, would pour down stinking pitch, But that the sea, mounting to the welkin's cheek, Dashes the fire out.