Twelfth night. Winter's talePrinted for, and under the direction of, John Bell, 1788 |
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... o'er her barb'rous foes First rear'd the Stage , immortal SHAKSPERE rose ; Each change of many - colour'd life he drew , Exhausted worlds , and then imagin'd new : Existence saw him spurn her bounded reign , And panting Time toil'd ...
... o'er her barb'rous foes First rear'd the Stage , immortal SHAKSPERE rose ; Each change of many - colour'd life he drew , Exhausted worlds , and then imagin'd new : Existence saw him spurn her bounded reign , And panting Time toil'd ...
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... 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 . O spirit of love , how quick and fresh art thou ! That ...
... 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 . O spirit of love , how quick and fresh art thou ! That ...
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... o'er my face We'll once more hear Orsino's embassy . Enter VIOLA . ; 461 Vio . The honourable lady of the house , which is she ? Oli . Speak to me , I shall answer for her ; Your will ? Vio . Most radiant , exquisite , and unmatchable ...
... o'er my face We'll once more hear Orsino's embassy . Enter VIOLA . ; 461 Vio . The honourable lady of the house , which is she ? Oli . Speak to me , I shall answer for her ; Your will ? Vio . Most radiant , exquisite , and unmatchable ...
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... o'er a couplet or two of most sage saws . Vio . He nam'd Sebastian : I my brother know Yet living in my glass ; even such , and so , In favour was my brother ; and he went Still in this fashion , colour , ornament , For him I imitate ...
... o'er a couplet or two of most sage saws . Vio . He nam'd Sebastian : I my brother know Yet living in my glass ; even such , and so , In favour was my brother ; and he went Still in this fashion , colour , ornament , For him I imitate ...
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... o'er the house . 29 Clo . This will I tell my lady straight : I would not be in some of your coats for two - pence . [ Exit Clown . Sir To . Come on , sir ; hold . [ Holding SEB . Sir And . Nay , let him alone , I'll go another way to ...
... o'er the house . 29 Clo . This will I tell my lady straight : I would not be in some of your coats for two - pence . [ Exit Clown . Sir To . Come on , sir ; hold . [ Holding SEB . Sir And . Nay , let him alone , I'll go another way to ...
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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
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Página 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.
Página 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.
Página 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...
Página 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.
Página 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.
Página 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.
Página 25 - Tis beauty truly blent, whose red and white Nature's own sweet and cunning hand laid on...
Página 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.