The Works of William Shakespeare, Volume 3Munroe, Francis & Parker, 1810 |
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Pagina 3
... Malvolio is truly com- ic ; he is betrayed to ridicule merely by his pride . The mar- riage of Olivia , and the succeeding perplexity , though well enough contrived to divert on the stage , wants credibility , and fails to produce the ...
... Malvolio is truly com- ic ; he is betrayed to ridicule merely by his pride . The mar- riage of Olivia , and the succeeding perplexity , though well enough contrived to divert on the stage , wants credibility , and fails to produce the ...
Pagina 4
... MALVOLIO , steward to Olivia . servants to Olivia . ants FABIAN , Clown , } se OLIVIA , a rich countess . VIOLA , in love with the duke . MARIA , Olivia's woman . Lords , Priests , Sailors , Officers , Musicians , and other Attendants ...
... MALVOLIO , steward to Olivia . servants to Olivia . ants FABIAN , Clown , } se OLIVIA , a rich countess . VIOLA , in love with the duke . MARIA , Olivia's woman . Lords , Priests , Sailors , Officers , Musicians , and other Attendants ...
Pagina 14
... MALVOLIO . Clo . Wit , and't be thy will , put me into good fool- ing ! Those wits , that think they have thee , do very oft prove fools ; and I , that am sure I lack thee , may pass for a wise man : For what says Quinapalus ? Better a ...
... MALVOLIO . Clo . Wit , and't be thy will , put me into good fool- ing ! Those wits , that think they have thee , do very oft prove fools ; and I , that am sure I lack thee , may pass for a wise man : For what says Quinapalus ? Better a ...
Pagina 15
... Malvolio ? doth he not mend ? Mal . Yes ; and shall do , till the pangs of death shake him Infirmity , that decays the wise , doth ever make the better fool . Clo . God send you , sir , a speedy infirmity , for the better increasing ...
... Malvolio ? doth he not mend ? Mal . Yes ; and shall do , till the pangs of death shake him Infirmity , that decays the wise , doth ever make the better fool . Clo . God send you , sir , a speedy infirmity , for the better increasing ...
Pagina 17
... MALVOLIO . ་ Mal . Madam , yond young fellow swears he will speak with you . I told him you were sick ; he takes on him to understand so much , and therefore comes to speak with you I told him you were asleep ; he seems to have a fore ...
... MALVOLIO . ་ Mal . Madam , yond young fellow swears he will speak with you . I told him you were sick ; he takes on him to understand so much , and therefore comes to speak with you I told him you were asleep ; he seems to have a fore ...
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Antigonus Autolycus Banquo Baptista BERTRAM Bian Bianca Bion BIONDELLO blood Bohemia Camillo Cleomenes Clown Count daughter death doth Duke Enter Exeunt Exit eyes father fear Fleance fool friends Gent gentleman give Grumio hand hath hear heart heaven honour Hortensio Illyria is't JOHNS JOHNSON Kate Kath KATHARINA king knave lady Lady MACBETH Leontes look lord Lucentio Macb Macbeth Macd Macduff madam maid Malvolio marry master mean mistress never noble Padua Petruchio pr'ythee pray queen Re-enter Rosse Rousillon SCENE servant Shakspeare Shep signior Sir ANDREW AGUE-CHEEK sir Toby Sir TOBY BELCH speak STEEV swear sweet tell thane thee There's thine thing thou art thou hast thought Tranio WARB weird sisters What's wife Witch word
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Pagina 41 - Duncan is in his grave; After life's fitful fever he sleeps well; Treason has done his worst: nor steel, nor poison, Malice domestic, foreign levy, nothing Can touch him further.
Pagina 58 - O Proserpina, For the flowers now, that, frighted, thou let'st fall From Dis's waggon! daffodils, That come before the swallow dares, and take The winds of March with beauty ; violets, dim, But sweeter than the lids of Juno's eyes, Or Cytherea's breath ; pale primroses, That die unmarried, ere they can behold Bright Phoebus in his strength, a malady Most incident to maids; bold oxlips, and The crown-imperial ; lilies of all kinds, The flower-de-luce being one ! O, these I lack.
Pagina 23 - I have given suck, and know How tender 'tis to love the babe that milks me: I would, while it was smiling in my face, Have pluck'd my nipple from his boneless gums, And dash'd the brains out, had I so sworn as you Have done to this.
Pagina 26 - Now o'er the one half world Nature seems dead, and wicked dreams abuse The curtain'd sleep; witchcraft celebrates Pale Hecate's offerings, and wither'd murder, Alarum'd by his sentinel, the wolf, Whose howl's his watch, thus with his stealthy pace. With Tarquin's ravishing strides, towards his design Moves like a ghost.
Pagina 29 - Infirm of purpose ! Give me the daggers : the sleeping and the dead Are but as pictures : 'tis the eye of childhood That fears a painted devil. If he do bleed, I'll gild the faces of the grooms withal ; For it must seem their guilt.
Pagina 22 - Was the hope drunk Wherein you dress'd yourself? Hath it slept since? And wakes it now, to look so green and pale At what it did so freely ? From this time Such I account thy love.
Pagina 21 - To plague the inventor: This even-handed justice Commends the ingredients of our poison'd chalice To our own lips. He's here in double trust: First, as I am his kinsman and his subject, Strong both against the deed ; then, as his host, Who should against his murderer shut the door, Not bear the knife myself.
Pagina 46 - Too terrible for the ear. The times have been That, when the brains were out, the man would die, And there an end ; but now they rise again, With twenty mortal murders on their crowns, And push us from our stools.
Pagina 25 - Is this a dagger, which I see before me, The handle toward my hand ? Come, let me clutch thee: I have thee not, and yet I see thee still. Art thou not, fatal vision, sensible To feeling, as to sight? or art thou but A dagger of the mind; a false creation, Proceeding from the heat-oppressed brain ? I see thee yet, in form as palpable As this which now I draw.
Pagina 57 - 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.