Shakespeare's Comedy of Twelfth NightJ.M. Dent, 1902 - 134 pages |
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Accost Andrew Aguecheek Antonio Bed of Ware better blood bosom brother BROWNIST Cesario Clown COCKATRICE Comedy of Errors comes Count Orsino's cross-gartered Curio cypress dear devil dost thou doth drink Duke Edition Enter Maria Enter Olivia Enter Sir Toby excellent Exit eyes Fabian faith falconry Farewell favour fellow Folio fool fortune galliard gentleman give hand hath heart hither hold Illyria Jove knave lady lady's lord madam madonna Malvolio Marry matter Middle Temple mistress never niece old ballad Olivia's house peace PENTHESILEA play pray prithee Re-enter Maria rogue Scene servant Shakespeare's sing Sir Toby Belch Sir Toby's Sir Topas smile soul speak swear sweet tell term of endearment thee there's thou art thou hast thyself troth Twelfth Night valour Viola What's word yellow stockings youth
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Page 44 - The spinsters and the knitters in the sun, And the free maids, that weave their thread with bones. Do use to chant it: it is silly sooth, And dallies with the innocence of love Like the old age.
Page 119 - 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.
Page 47 - Too well what love women to men may owe: In faith, they are as true of heart as we. My father had a daughter loved a man, no As it might be, perhaps, were I a woman, I should your lordship. Duke. And what's her history ? Vio. A blank, my lord. She never told her love, But let concealment, like a worm i...
Page 60 - I might say, element ; but the word is over-worn. [Exit. Via. 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-fallen, quite taint their wit.
Page 35 - tis not hereafter; Present mirth hath present laughter; What's to come is still unsure: In delay there lies no plenty; Then come kiss me, sweet and twenty, Youth's a stuff will not endure. 202 Sir And. A mellifluous voice, as I am true knight. Sir To. A contagious breath. Sir And. Very sweet and contagious, i
Page 1 - 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, notwithstanding thy capacity Receiveth as the sea...
Page 47 - 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.
Page 35 - 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.
Page 1 - 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.
Page 45 - 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 ! Duke.