Twelfth night. Winter's talePrinted for, and under the direction of, John Bell, 1788 |
From inside the book
Results 1-5 of 79
Page 10
... in quarrelling , ' tis thought among the pru- dent , he would quickly have the gift of a grave . 141 3 Sir To . By this hand , they are scoundrels Sir 10 At 1 . TWELFTH - NIGHT : OR , Mar. By my troth, Sir Toby, you must ...
... in quarrelling , ' tis thought among the pru- dent , he would quickly have the gift of a grave . 141 3 Sir To . By this hand , they are scoundrels Sir 10 At 1 . TWELFTH - NIGHT : OR , Mar. By my troth, Sir Toby, you must ...
Page 11
William Shakespeare. Sir To . By this hand , they are scoundrels , and subtractors , that say so of him . Who are they ? Mar. They that add moreover , he's drunk nightly in your company . Sir To . With drinking healths to my niece ; I'll ...
William Shakespeare. Sir To . By this hand , they are scoundrels , and subtractors , that say so of him . Who are they ? Mar. They that add moreover , he's drunk nightly in your company . Sir To . With drinking healths to my niece ; I'll ...
Page 12
... hand ? Mar. Sir , I have not you by the hand .. Sir And . Marry , but you shall have ; and here's my hand . Mar. Now , sir , thought is free : I pray you , bring your hand to the buttery - bar , and let it drink . Sir And . Wherefore ...
... hand ? Mar. Sir , I have not you by the hand .. Sir And . Marry , but you shall have ; and here's my hand . Mar. Now , sir , thought is free : I pray you , bring your hand to the buttery - bar , and let it drink . Sir And . Wherefore ...
Page 24
... hand : my words are as full of peace as matter . Oli . Yet you began rudely . What are you ? what would you ? : 510 Vio . The rudeness , that hath appear'd in me , have I learn'd from my entertainment . What I am , and what I would ...
... hand : my words are as full of peace as matter . Oli . Yet you began rudely . What are you ? what would you ? : 510 Vio . The rudeness , that hath appear'd in me , have I learn'd from my entertainment . What I am , and what I would ...
Page 25
... 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 . 539 Oli . O , sir , I will not be so hard - hearted ; I will give out divers schedules of my beauty : It ...
... 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 . 539 Oli . O , sir , I will not be so hard - hearted ; I will give out divers schedules of my beauty : It ...
Common terms and phrases
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.