Twelfth night. Winter's talePrinted for, and under the direction of, John Bell, 1788 |
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... art thou ! That , notwithstanding thy capacity Receiveth as the sea , nought enters there , 10 of Of what validity and pitch soever , But falls into.
... art thou ! That , notwithstanding thy capacity Receiveth as the sea , nought enters there , 10 of Of what validity and pitch soever , But falls into.
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... thou had an excellent head of hair . Sir And . Why , would that have mended my hair ? Sir To . Past question ; for ... Art thou good at these kick - shaws , knight ? Biij Sir Sir And . As any man in Illyria , whatsoever Act I. 13 WHAT ...
... thou had an excellent head of hair . Sir And . Why , would that have mended my hair ? Sir To . Past question ; for ... Art thou good at these kick - shaws , knight ? Biij Sir Sir And . As any man in Illyria , whatsoever Act I. 13 WHAT ...
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... thy youth , Than in a nuncio of more grave aspect . Vio . I think not so , my lord . Duke . Dear lad , believe it ; For they shall yet belie thy happy years , That say , thou art a man : Diana's lip Is not more smooth , and rubious ; thy ...
... thy youth , Than in a nuncio of more grave aspect . Vio . I think not so , my lord . Duke . Dear lad , believe it ; For they shall yet belie thy happy years , That say , thou art a man : Diana's lip Is not more smooth , and rubious ; thy ...
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... thou art ; 590 Thy tongue , thy face , thy limbs , actions , and spirit , Do give thee five - fold blazon : -Not too fast ; -soft ! soft ! Unless the master were the man . - How now ? Even so quickly may one catch the plague ? Methinks ...
... thou art ; 590 Thy tongue , thy face , thy limbs , actions , and spirit , Do give thee five - fold blazon : -Not too fast ; -soft ! soft ! Unless the master were the man . - How now ? Even so quickly may one catch the plague ? Methinks ...
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... thou art a wickedness , Wherein the pregnant enemy does much . How easy is it , for the proper false In women's waxen hearts to set their forms ! Alas , our frailty is the cause , not we ; For , such as we are made , if such we be . 31 ...
... thou art a wickedness , Wherein the pregnant enemy does much . How easy is it , for the proper false In women's waxen hearts to set their forms ! Alas , our frailty is the cause , not we ; For , such as we are made , if such we be . 31 ...
Términos y frases comunes
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.