The Complete Works of William Shakespeare, Band 6Jefferson Press, 1907 |
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... friend to Sebastian . A Sea Captain , friend to Viola . VALENTINE , ) CURIO , gentlemen attending on the Duke . SIR TOBY BELCH , uncle to Olivia . SIR ANDREW AGUECHEEK . MALVOLIO , Steward to Olivia . FABIAN , FESTE , a Clown , servants ...
... friend to Sebastian . A Sea Captain , friend to Viola . VALENTINE , ) CURIO , gentlemen attending on the Duke . SIR TOBY BELCH , uncle to Olivia . SIR ANDREW AGUECHEEK . MALVOLIO , Steward to Olivia . FABIAN , FESTE , a Clown , servants ...
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... friends , is this ? CAP . This is 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 saved . VIO ...
... friends , is this ? CAP . This is 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 saved . VIO ...
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... friends . Now , good Cesario , but that piece of song , That old and antique song we heard last night : Methought it did relieve my passion much , More than light airs and recollected terms Of these most brisk and giddy - paced times ...
... friends . Now , good Cesario , but that piece of song , That old and antique song we heard last night : Methought it did relieve my passion much , More than light airs and recollected terms Of these most brisk and giddy - paced times ...
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... friend , not a friend greet My poor corpse , where my bones shall be thrown⚫ A thousand thousand sighs to save , Lay me , O , where Sad true lover never find my grave , To weep there ! DUKE . There's for thy pains . CLO . No pains ...
... friend , not a friend greet My poor corpse , where my bones shall be thrown⚫ A thousand thousand sighs to save , Lay me , O , where Sad true lover never find my grave , To weep there ! DUKE . There's for thy pains . CLO . No pains ...
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... FRIEND , AND thy music : dost thou live by thy tabor ? CLO . No , sir , I live by the church . VIO . Art thou a churchman ? CLO . No such matter , sir : I do live by the church ; for I do live at my house , and my house doth stand by ...
... FRIEND , AND thy music : dost thou live by thy tabor ? CLO . No , sir , I live by the church . VIO . Art thou a churchman ? CLO . No such matter , sir : I do live by the church ; for I do live at my house , and my house doth stand by ...
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Abhorson Bandello Barnardine bawd bear-baiting better brother Brownist Cesario Cinthio CLAUD Claudio Clown death devil dost thou doth DUKE emendation Enter DUKE Enter SIR ESCAL Exeunt Exit eyes Fabian father faults fear fellow Folio reads fool friar GENT gentleman give Gorboduc Grace hang hath hear heart heaven hither honour Illyria infra ISAB Isabel Isabella justice lady leiger Lord Angelo LUCIO madam madonna maid Malvolio MARI MARIA Mariana Marry MAURICE HEWLETT means Measure for Measure mercy mistress moral never offence Olivia original reading Orsino pardon peace Penthesilea play Pompey pray prison prithee PROV provost Re-enter SCENE Sebastian seems sense Shakespeare Sir Andrew Sir Toby Sir Topas sister Sonnet soul speak supra sweet tell thee there's thing thou art thou hast to-morrow tongue Twelfth Night Viola virtue What's woman word youth
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Seite 3 - 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 sound That breathes upon a bank of violets, Stealing and giving odour.
Seite 24 - Ay, but yet Let us be keen, and rather cut a little, Than fall, and bruise to death : Alas ! this gentleman, Whom I would save, had a most noble father. Let but your honour know...
Seite 63 - Ay, but to die, and go we know not where; To lie in cold obstruction and to rot; This sensible warm motion to become A kneaded clod; and the delighted spirit To bathe in fiery floods, or to reside In thrilling region of thick-ribbed ice; To be imprison'd in the viewless winds, And blown with restless violence round about The pendent world: or to be worse than worst Of those that lawless and incertain thought Imagine howling: — 'tis too horrible!
Seite 48 - ... cypress' let me be laid; Fly away, fly away, breath; I am slain by a fair cruel maid. My shroud of white, stuck all with yew, O, prepare it! My part of death, no one so true Did share it. Not a flower, not a flower sweet, On my black coffin let there be strown; Not a friend, not a friend greet My poor corpse, where my bones shall be thrown: A thousand thousand sighs to save. Lay me. O. where Sad true lover never find my grave, To weep there!
Seite 41 - Could great men thunder As Jove himself does, Jove would ne'er be quiet, For every pelting, petty officer, Would use his heaven for thunder ; Nothing but thunder.
Seite 48 - Come away, come away, death, And in sad cypress let me be laid ; Fly away, fly away, breath ; I am slain by a fair cruel maid. My shroud of white, stuck all with yew, O, prepare it ! My part of death, no one so true Did share it. Not a flower, not a flower sweet, On my black coffin let there be strown...
Seite 50 - 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.
Seite 41 - O ! it is excellent To have a giant's strength ; but it is tyrannous To use it like a giant.
Seite 120 - 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.
Seite 5 - Heaven doth with us as we with torches do, Not light them for themselves ; for if our virtues Did not go forth of us, 'twere all alike As if we had them not.