Twelfth night. Winter's talePrinted for, and under the direction of, John Bell, 1788 |
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... Enter Sir TOBY , and MARIA . Sir To . What a plague means my niece , to take the death of her brother thus ? I am sure , care's an enemy to life . B 111 Mar. Mar. By my troth , Sir Toby , you must AЯ 1 . WHAT YOU WILL .
... Enter Sir TOBY , and MARIA . Sir To . What a plague means my niece , to take the death of her brother thus ? I am sure , care's an enemy to life . B 111 Mar. Mar. By my troth , Sir Toby , you must AЯ 1 . WHAT YOU WILL .
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... death . Clo . I think , his soul is in hell , Madonna . Oli . I know his soul is in heaven , fool . Clo . The more fool you , Madonna , to mourn for your brother's soul being in heaven . - Take away the fool , gentlemen . Oli . What ...
... death . Clo . I think , his soul is in hell , Madonna . Oli . I know his soul is in heaven , fool . Clo . The more fool you , Madonna , to mourn for your brother's soul being in heaven . - Take away the fool , gentlemen . Oli . What ...
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... 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 . On Not a flower ...
... 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 . On Not a flower ...
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... death with melancholy . Sir To . Would'st thou not be glad to have the niggardly rascally sheep - biter come by some notable shame ? Fab . I would exult , man : you know , he brought me out of favour with my lady , about a bear ...
... death with melancholy . Sir To . Would'st thou not be glad to have the niggardly rascally sheep - biter come by some notable shame ? Fab . I would exult , man : you know , he brought me out of favour with my lady , about a bear ...
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... is so im- placable , that satisfaction can be none but by pangs of death and sepulchre : hob , nob , is his word ; give't , or take't . Gij 558 Vio , Vio . I will return again into the house , Aa III . 71 WHAT YOU WILL ,
... is so im- placable , that satisfaction can be none but by pangs of death and sepulchre : hob , nob , is his word ; give't , or take't . Gij 558 Vio , Vio . I will return again into the house , Aa III . 71 WHAT YOU WILL ,
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ancient Antigonus 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 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 Polyolbion pr'ythee pray prince queen Romeo and Juliet SCENE seems Shakspere Shakspere's Shep shew Sicilia Sir Andrew Sir Andrew Ague-cheek Sir Toby Sir Topas song speak 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
Beliebte Passagen
Seite 75 - 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.
Seite 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.
Seite 77 - 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...
Seite 75 - 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 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.
Seite 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.
Seite 25 - Tis beauty truly blent, whose red and white Nature's own sweet and cunning hand laid on...
Seite 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.