Tempest. Two gentlemen of Verona. Twelfth night. Measure for measure. Much ado about nothing. Midsummer night's dreamT. Cadell, 1833 |
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Strana 14
... eye advance , And say , what thou see'st yond ' . MIR . What is ' t ? a spirit ? " ACT I. S. 2 . XI . FERDINAND refusing to follow PROSPERO to his cell , on being accused of coming as a spy , and being threatened with imprisonment ...
... eye advance , And say , what thou see'st yond ' . MIR . What is ' t ? a spirit ? " ACT I. S. 2 . XI . FERDINAND refusing to follow PROSPERO to his cell , on being accused of coming as a spy , and being threatened with imprisonment ...
Strana 61
... eyes , with lids to them ; item , one neck , one chin , and so forth . Were you sent hither to ' praise me ? Vio . I see what you are : you are too proud ; But , if you were the devil , you are fair . My lord and master loves you ...
... eyes , with lids to them ; item , one neck , one chin , and so forth . Were you sent hither to ' praise me ? Vio . I see what you are : you are too proud ; But , if you were the devil , you are fair . My lord and master loves you ...
Strana 61
... eye ! " ACT II . S. 5 . X. ANTONIO and SEBASTIAN . " ANT . • • Hold , sir , here's my purse ; In the south suburbs , at the Elephant , Is best to lodge : I will bespeak our diet , Whiles you beguile the time , and feed your knowledge ...
... eye ! " ACT II . S. 5 . X. ANTONIO and SEBASTIAN . " ANT . • • Hold , sir , here's my purse ; In the south suburbs , at the Elephant , Is best to lodge : I will bespeak our diet , Whiles you beguile the time , and feed your knowledge ...
Strana 61
... eye of one , it is with me as the very true sonnet is : Please one , and please all . OLI . God comfort thee ! Why dost thou smile so , and kiss thy hand so oft ? " ACT III . S. 4 . XII . OLIVIA and VIOLA . " OLI . O TWELFTH NIGHT . 11 -
... eye of one , it is with me as the very true sonnet is : Please one , and please all . OLI . God comfort thee ! Why dost thou smile so , and kiss thy hand so oft ? " ACT III . S. 4 . XII . OLIVIA and VIOLA . " OLI . O TWELFTH NIGHT . 11 -
Strana 61
... eyes were set at eight i ' the morning . agone ; his SIR TO . Then he's a rogue . After a passy - measure , or a pavin , I hate a drunken rogue . " ACT V. S. 1 . XX . ORSINO receiving VIOLA in female attire from the 18 TWELFTH NIGHT .
... eyes were set at eight i ' the morning . agone ; his SIR TO . Then he's a rogue . After a passy - measure , or a pavin , I hate a drunken rogue . " ACT V. S. 1 . XX . ORSINO receiving VIOLA in female attire from the 18 TWELFTH NIGHT .
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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.