Twelfth night. Winter's talePrinted for, and under the direction of, John Bell, 1788 |
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... no whip - stock : My lady has a white hand , and the Myrmidons are no bottle - ale houses . Sir And . Excellent ! Why , this is the best fooling , when when all is done . Now , a song . 32 At 11 . TWELFTH - NIGHT : OR ,
... no whip - stock : My lady has a white hand , and the Myrmidons are no bottle - ale houses . Sir And . Excellent ! Why , this is the best fooling , when when all is done . Now , a song . 32 At 11 . TWELFTH - NIGHT : OR ,
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... hand . Mar. Go shake your ears , [ Exit . Sir And . ' Twere as good a deed , as to drink when a man's a hungry , to challenge him to the field ; and then to break promise with him , and make a fool of him . 219 Sir To . Do't , knight ...
... hand . Mar. Go shake your ears , [ Exit . Sir And . ' Twere as good a deed , as to drink when a man's a hungry , to challenge him to the field ; and then to break promise with him , and make a fool of him . 219 Sir To . Do't , knight ...
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... of our hands . Sir To . Excellent ! I smell a device , Sir And . I hav't in my nose too . Sir To . He shall think , by the letters that thou wilt Diij drop , drop , that they come from my niece , and WHAT YOU WILL . 37.
... of our hands . Sir To . Excellent ! I smell a device , Sir And . I hav't in my nose too . Sir To . He shall think , by the letters that thou wilt Diij drop , drop , that they come from my niece , and WHAT YOU WILL . 37.
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... hand to him thus , quenching my familiar smile with an austere regard of control : Sir To . And does not Toby take you a blow o'the lips then ? 490 Mal . Saying , Cousin Toby , my fortunes having cast me on your niece , give me this ...
... hand to him thus , quenching my familiar smile with an austere regard of control : Sir To . And does not Toby take you a blow o'the lips then ? 490 Mal . Saying , Cousin Toby , my fortunes having cast me on your niece , give me this ...
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... hand : these be her very C's , her U's , and her T's ; and thus makes she her great P's . It is , in contempt of question , her hand . * 1 511 Sir And . Her C's , her U's , and her T's : Why that ? Mal . To the unknown belov'd , this ...
... hand : these be her very C's , her U's , and her T's ; and thus makes she her great P's . It is , in contempt of question , her hand . * 1 511 Sir And . Her C's , her U's , and her T's : Why that ? Mal . To the unknown belov'd , this ...
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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.