Twelfth night. Winter's talePrinted for, and under the direction of, John Bell, 1788 |
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... Illyria . SEBASTIAN , a young Gentleman , Brother to Viola . ANTONIO , a Sea - Captain , Friend to Sebastian . VALENTINE , Gentlemen , attending on the Duke . Sir TOBY BELCH , Uncle to Olivia . Sir ANDREW AGUE - CHEEK , a foolish knight ...
... Illyria . SEBASTIAN , a young Gentleman , Brother to Viola . ANTONIO , a Sea - Captain , Friend to Sebastian . VALENTINE , Gentlemen , attending on the Duke . Sir TOBY BELCH , Uncle to Olivia . Sir ANDREW AGUE - CHEEK , a foolish knight ...
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... Illyria , lady . Vio . And what should I do in Illyria ? My brother he is in Elysium . Perchance , he is not drown'd : -What think you , sailors ? Cap . It is perchance , that you yourself were sav'd . Vio . O my poor brother ! and so ...
... Illyria , lady . Vio . And what should I do in Illyria ? My brother he is in Elysium . Perchance , he is not drown'd : -What think you , sailors ? Cap . It is perchance , that you yourself were sav'd . Vio . O my poor brother ! and so ...
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... Illyria . Mar. What's that to the purpose ? 129 Sir To . Why , he has three thousand ducats a year . Mar. Ay , but he'll have but a year in all these du- cats ; he's a very fool , and a prodigal . Sir To . Fie , that you'll say so ! he ...
... Illyria . Mar. What's that to the purpose ? 129 Sir To . Why , he has three thousand ducats a year . Mar. Ay , but he'll have but a year in all these du- cats ; he's a very fool , and a prodigal . Sir To . Fie , that you'll say so ! he ...
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... 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 Ague - face . Enter Sir ANDREW . Sir And . Sir ...
... 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 Ague - face . Enter Sir ANDREW . Sir And . Sir ...
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... . I am a fellow o'the strangest mind i'the world ; I delight in masques and revels sometimes altogether . Sir To . Art thou good at these kick - shaws , knight ? Biij Sir 1 : Sir And . As any man in Illyria , At 1 . 13 WHAT YOU WILL .
... . I am a fellow o'the strangest mind i'the world ; I delight in masques and revels sometimes altogether . Sir To . Art thou good at these kick - shaws , knight ? Biij Sir 1 : Sir And . As any man in Illyria , At 1 . 13 WHAT YOU WILL .
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ancient Antigonus Antony and Cleopatra 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 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 pr'ythee pray prince queen SCENE seems Shakspere Shakspere's Shep shew Sicilia Sir Andrew Sir Andrew Ague-cheek Sir Toby Sir Topas song speak speech 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
Popular passages
Page 73 - 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.
Page 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.
Page 75 - 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...
Page 73 - 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.
Page 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.
Page 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.
Page 25 - Tis beauty truly blent, whose red and white Nature's own sweet and cunning hand laid on...
Page 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.