Twelfth night. Winter's talePrinted for, and under the direction of, John Bell, 1788 |
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Strana 3
... THERE is great reason to believe , that the serious part of this comedy is founded on some old translation of the seventh history in the fourth volume of Belleforest's Histoires Tra- giques . It appears from the books of the Stationers ...
... THERE is great reason to believe , that the serious part of this comedy is founded on some old translation of the seventh history in the fourth volume of Belleforest's Histoires Tra- giques . It appears from the books of the Stationers ...
Strana 5
... Tis not so sweet now , as it was before . O spirit of love , how quick and fresh art thou ! That , notwithstanding thy capacity Receiveth as the sea , nought enters there , 10 of Of what validity and pitch soever , But falls into.
... Tis not so sweet now , as it was before . O spirit of love , how quick and fresh art thou ! That , notwithstanding thy capacity Receiveth as the sea , nought enters there , 10 of Of what validity and pitch soever , But falls into.
Strana 7
... a strong mast , that liv'd upon the sea ; Where , like Arion on the dolphin's back , I saw him hold acquaintance with the waves , So long as I could see . 50 Vio . For saying so , there's gold : Mine Vio . Aa 1 . 7 WHAT YOU WILL .
... a strong mast , that liv'd upon the sea ; Where , like Arion on the dolphin's back , I saw him hold acquaintance with the waves , So long as I could see . 50 Vio . For saying so , there's gold : Mine Vio . Aa 1 . 7 WHAT YOU WILL .
Strana 8
William Shakespeare. Vio . For saying so , there's gold : Mine own escape unfoldeth to my hope , Whereto thy speech serves for authority , 60 The like of him . Know'st thou this country ? Cap . Ay , madam , well ; for I was bred and born ...
William Shakespeare. Vio . For saying so , there's gold : Mine own escape unfoldeth to my hope , Whereto thy speech serves for authority , 60 The like of him . Know'st thou this country ? Cap . Ay , madam , well ; for I was bred and born ...
Strana 11
... there's a passage in my throat , and drink in Illyria : He's a coward , and a coystril , that will not drink to my niece , till his brains turn o'the toe like a parish - top . What , wench Castili- ano volgo ; for here comes Sir Andrew ...
... there's a passage in my throat , and drink in Illyria : He's a coward , and a coystril , that will not drink to my niece , till his brains turn o'the toe like a parish - top . What , wench Castili- ano volgo ; for here comes Sir Andrew ...
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ancient Antigonus Autolycus Ben Jonson beseech better Bohemia Brownist called Camillo Cesario CLEOMENES Clown daughter dear dost doth Duke Enter Exeunt Exit eyes father fear folio fool Gent gentleman give hand Hanmer hath heart heaven HENLEY Hermione honest Honest Whore honour i'the Illyria in't is't JOHNSON king kiss knight lady last enchantment Leontes lord madam MALONE Malvolio means mistress musick never o'er o'the old copy Olivia on't pash passage Paul Paulina Perdita play Polixenes Polyolbion pr'ythee pray prince queen Romeo and Juliet SCENE seems Shakspere Shakspere's Shep shew Sicilia Sir Andrew Sir Andrew Ague-cheek Sir Toby Sir Topas song speak STEEVENS swear sweet tell thee THEOBALD there's thing thou art thou hast three merry TWELFTH NIGHT Viola volgo WARBURTON WINTER'S TALE woman word
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Strana 75 - Say there be ; Yet nature is made better by no mean But nature makes that mean : so, over that art Which you say adds to nature, is an art That nature makes.
Strana 43 - 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 77 - I'd have you do it ever: when you sing, I'd have you buy and sell so; so give alms; Pray so ; and, for the ordering your affairs, To sing them too : When you do dance, I wish you A wave o...
Strana 75 - You see, sweet maid, we marry A gentler scion to the wildest stock, And make conceive a bark of baser kind By bud of nobler race : this is an art Which does mend nature, change it rather, but The art itself is nature.
Strana 5 - 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 south, That breathes upon a bank of violets, Stealing and giving odour ! Enough ; no more : 'Tis not so sweet now as it was before.
Strana 102 - 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.
Strana 25 - Tis beauty truly blent, whose red and white Nature's own sweet and cunning hand laid on...
Strana 33 - 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.