Twelfth Night, Or, What You WillRivingtons, 1889 - 134 pages |
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acting edition allusion Andrew Aguecheek Antonio bear-baiting Beshrew blood brother called Cesario CLOWN colour Coriolanus cross-gartered CURIO Cymbeline dance dear devil doth drink DUKE Enter SIR TOBY Exeunt Exit expression eyes FABIAN favour fellow Feste fool fortune gentleman give Glossary H. C. BEECHING Hamlet hand hath heart Henry Henry IV Illyria JOHNSON Julius Cæsar King Lear knave knight lady letter lord madam Malone Malvolio MARIA Marry means Merchant of Venice Midsummer Night's Dream mistress niece OLIVIA OLIVIA'S house Orsino peace play pray prithee Re-enter Richard III SCENE Sebastian sense Shakespeare sing SINGER SIR ANDREW Sir Toby Belch Sir Toby's Sir Topas SKEAT smile song soul speak STEEVENS sweet tell Tempest thee there's thou art Titus Andronicus tongue Twelfth Night VIOLA word yellow stockings youth
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Page 24 - And so they are : alas, that they are so ; To die, even when they to perfection grow ! Re-enter CURIO, and Clown. Duke. O fellow, come, the song we had last night : — Mark it, Cesario ; it is old, and plain : The spinsters and the knitters in the sun, And the free maids, that weave their thread with bones, Do use to chaunt it; it is silly sooth', And dallies With the innocence of love, Like the old age.
Page 1 - 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, nought enters there, Of what validity and pitch soe'er, But falls into abatement and low price, Even in a minute; so full of shapes is fancy, That it alone is high fantastical.
Page 19 - 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 89 - The Puritan hated bear-baiting, not because it gave pain to the bear, but because it gave pleasure to the spectators.
Page 64 - For the rain it raineth every day. But when I came, alas ! to wive, With hey, ho, the wind and the rain, By swaggering could I never thrive, For the rain it raineth every day, But when I came unto my bed, With hey, ho, the wind and the rain, With toss-pots still had drunken head, For the rain it raineth every day.
Page 24 - 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.
Page 26 - 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 104 - Remember thee! Yea, from the table of my memory I'll wipe away all trivial fond records, All saws of books, all forms, all pressures past, That youth and observation copied there...
Page v - At our feast we had a play called Twelve Night, or What you Will, much like the Comedy of Errors, or Menechmi in Plautus, but most like and neere to that in Italian called Inganni.
Page 14 - O, sir, I will not be so hard-hearted; I will give out divers schedules of my beauty: it shall be inventoried, and every particle and utensil...