Twelfth Night, Or What You WillJ.B. Alden, 1887 - 72 pagina's |
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Pagina 5
... sweet sound , That breathes upon a bank of violets , Stealing and giving odor ! Enough ; no more : ' Tis not so sweet now as it was before . O spirit of love ! how quick and fresh art thou , That , notwithstanding thy capacity Receiveth ...
... sweet sound , That breathes upon a bank of violets , Stealing and giving odor ! Enough ; no more : ' Tis not so sweet now as it was before . O spirit of love ! how quick and fresh art thou , That , notwithstanding thy capacity Receiveth ...
Pagina 6
... sweet perfections with one self king ! Away before me to sweet beds of flowers : Love - thoughts lie rich when canopied with bowers . [ Exeunt . SCENE II . The sea - coast . Enter VIOLA , a Captain , and Sailors . Vio . What country ...
... sweet perfections with one self king ! Away before me to sweet beds of flowers : Love - thoughts lie rich when canopied with bowers . [ Exeunt . SCENE II . The sea - coast . Enter VIOLA , a Captain , and Sailors . Vio . What country ...
Pagina 9
... Sweet Sir Andrew ! Sir And . Bless you , fair shrew . 50 Mar. And you too , sir . Sir To . Accost , Sir Andrew , accost . Sir And . What's that ? Sir To . My niece's chambermaid . Sir And . Good Mistress Accost , I desire better ...
... Sweet Sir Andrew ! Sir And . Bless you , fair shrew . 50 Mar. And you too , sir . Sir To . Accost , Sir Andrew , accost . Sir And . What's that ? Sir To . My niece's chambermaid . Sir And . Good Mistress Accost , I desire better ...
Pagina 18
... mollification for your giant , sweet lady . Tell me your mind : I am a mes- senger . 220 Oli . Sure , you have some hideous matter to deliver , when the courtesy of it is so fearful 18 TWELFTH NIGHT ; OR , WHAT YOU WILL .
... mollification for your giant , sweet lady . Tell me your mind : I am a mes- senger . 220 Oli . Sure , you have some hideous matter to deliver , when the courtesy of it is so fearful 18 TWELFTH NIGHT ; OR , WHAT YOU WILL .
Pagina 19
... sweet lady , — Oli . A comfortable doctrine , and much may be said of it . Where lies your text ? Vio . In Orsino's bosom . 240 Oli . In his bosom ! In what chapter of his bosom ? Vio . To answer by the method , in the first of his ...
... sweet lady , — Oli . A comfortable doctrine , and much may be said of it . Where lies your text ? Vio . In Orsino's bosom . 240 Oli . In his bosom ! In what chapter of his bosom ? Vio . To answer by the method , in the first of his ...
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ALFRED TENNYSON Andersen Antonio bear-baiting blood Brevier type brother Cesario cloth CLOWN Collins comes Confucius Count Orsino cross-gartered CURIO dear devil Doré dost thou doth drink E. S. Creasy Elzevir Edition Enter MARIA Enter OLIVIA Enter SIR TOBY excellent Exit eyes Fabian faith Farewell favor fellow fool for't fortune gentleman gilt give Gustave Doré hand Hans Andersen hath heart hither hold Illyria in't is't JEAN INGELOW Jove knave knight legs letter lord madam madonna Malvolio Marry matter Maurice Thompson Mencius mistress never niece OLIVIA's house on't peace pray Primer type prithee Re-enter MARIA Reads SCENE servant sing SIR TOBY BELCH Sir Topas smile song soul speak swear sweet tell thee there's thou art thou hast thyself troth valor What's word yellow stockings youth ΙΟ
Populaire passages
Pagina 30 - Too old by heaven: let still the woman take An elder than herself, so wears she to him; So sways she level in her husband's heart: For boy, however we do praise ourselves, Our fancies are more giddy and unfirm, More longing, wavering, sooner lost and worn, Than women's are.
Pagina 31 - 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 ; 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.
Pagina 40 - This fellow is wise enough to play the fool ; And to do that well craves a kind of wit : He must observe their mood on whom he jests, The quality of persons, and the time, And, like the haggard, check at every feather That comes before his eye. This is a practice As full of labour as a wise man's art : . , , For folly that he wisely shows is fit ; But wise men, folly-fall'n, quite taint their wit.
Pagina 75 - 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.
Pagina 32 - 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.
Pagina 19 - Tis beauty truly blent, whose red and white Nature's own sweet and cunning hand laid on : Lady, you are the cruell'st she alive, If you will lead these graces to the grave And leave the world no copy.
Pagina 25 - 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.
Pagina 5 - DUKE'S PALACE. Enter Duke, Curio, Lords; Musicians attending. Duke. IF musick 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.