Twelfth night. Winter's talePrinted for, and under the direction of, John Bell, 1788 |
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... dost thou not go to church in a galliard , and come home in a coranto ? my very walk should be a jig ; I would not so much as make water , but in a sink - a - pace . What dost thou mean ? is it a world to hide virtues in ? I did think ...
... dost thou not go to church in a galliard , and come home in a coranto ? my very walk should be a jig ; I would not so much as make water , but in a sink - a - pace . What dost thou mean ? is it a world to hide virtues in ? I did think ...
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... Dost thou think , because thou art virtuous , there shall be no more cakes and ale ? Clo . Yes , by Saint Anne ; and ginger shall be hot i'the mouth too . Sir To . Thou'rt i'the right . - Go , sir , rub your chain with crums : - A stoop ...
... Dost thou think , because thou art virtuous , there shall be no more cakes and ale ? Clo . Yes , by Saint Anne ; and ginger shall be hot i'the mouth too . Sir To . Thou'rt i'the right . - Go , sir , rub your chain with crums : - A stoop ...
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... dost thou like this tune ? Vio . It gives a very echo to the seat Where love is thron'd . 2 Duke . 310 Duke . Thou dost speak masterly : My life A 11 . 39 WHAT YOU WILL .
... dost thou like this tune ? Vio . It gives a very echo to the seat Where love is thron'd . 2 Duke . 310 Duke . Thou dost speak masterly : My life A 11 . 39 WHAT YOU WILL .
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William Shakespeare. 310 Duke . Thou dost speak masterly : My life upon't , young though thou art , thine eye Hath stay'd upon some favour that it loves ; Hath it not , boy ? Vio . A little , by your favour . Duke . What kind of woman is ...
William Shakespeare. 310 Duke . Thou dost speak masterly : My life upon't , young though thou art , thine eye Hath stay'd upon some favour that it loves ; Hath it not , boy ? Vio . A little , by your favour . Duke . What kind of woman is ...
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... dost thou know ? Vio . Too well what love women to men may owe In faith , they are as true of heart as we . My father had a daughter lov'd a man , As it might be , perhaps , were I a woman , I should your lordship . Duke . And what's ...
... dost thou know ? Vio . Too well what love women to men may owe In faith , they are as true of heart as we . My father had a daughter lov'd a man , As it might be , perhaps , were I a woman , I should your lordship . Duke . And what's ...
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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.