afide againſt anſwer becauſe beſt better Biron Bohemia Boyet Caius Camillo Clown Coft defire doth Duke Enter Exeunt Exit eyes faid father fatire feems fenfe fent fhall fhew fhould fince fing firft firſt fome fool Ford foul fpeak fpirit ftand ftill fuch fure fwear fweet give hath heart heav'n himſelf Hoft honour houſe humour huſband Illyria King Knight Lady lefs Lord Madam mafter Malvolio marry miftrefs miſtreſs moft moſt Moth muft muſt myſelf Orla Orlando paffage perfon pleaſe Pompey pr'ythee praiſe pray prefent Quic reafon Rofalind ſay SCENE Shakespeare Shal ſhall ſhe Sir Toby Slen ſpeak tell thee thefe THEOBALD theſe thofe thoſe thou art thouſand underſtand uſed WARBURTON whofe wife woman word worfe yourſelf
Seite 221 - A jest's prosperity lies in the ear Of him that hears it, never in the tongue Of him that makes it...
Seite 31 - Though I look old, yet I am strong and lusty: For in my youth I never did apply Hot and rebellious liquors in my blood; Nor did not with unbashful forehead woo The means of weakness and debility; Therefore my age is as a lusty winter, Frosty, but kindly: let me go with you; I'll do the service of a younger man In all your business and necessities.
Seite 132 - Biron they call him ; but a merrier man, Within the limit of becoming mirth, I never spent an hour's talk withal : His eye begets occasion for his wit ; For every object that the one doth catch The other turns to a mirth-moving jest...
Seite 299 - But nature makes that mean : so, over that art Which you say adds to nature, is an art That nature makes. 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.
Seite 400 - element,' but the word is over-worn. \Exit. Vio. This fellow is wise enough to play the fool ; And to do that well craves a kind of wit : He must observe their mood on whom he jests, The quality of persons, and the time, And, like the haggard, check at every feather That comes before his eye.
Seite 79 - But these are all lies : men have died from time to time and worms have eaten them, but not for love.
Seite 32 - Ay, now am I in Arden ; the more fool I : when I was at home, I was in a better place : but travellers must be content.
Seite 26 - Now, my co-mates, and brothers in exile, Hath not old custom made this life more sweet Than that of painted pomp ? Are not these woods More free from peril than the envious court ? Here feel we but the penalty of Adam, The seasons...
Seite 26 - The seasons' difference; as, the icy fang, And churlish chiding of the winter's wind; Which when it bites and blows upon my body, Even till I shrink with cold, I smile, and say,— This is no flattery: these are counsellors That feelingly persuade me what I am.