Twelfe Night: Or, What You WillChatto and Windus, 1908 - 87 pages |
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a-way Antonio beauty brother Sebastian called Viola captain Catch cres cross-gartered dear death Deuteromalia drew duke's F. L. D. Goodrich face faith father favour feigned fellow find Cesario fortunes gate gentle gentleman hast hath hear heart HOLD THY PEACE husband Illustrations by Miss Illyria lady Olivia LAMB SHAKESPEARE let thy LITTLE TINY BOY lord love a woman madam Malvolio Maria married MASKELL HARDY master master's mistress Melody Traditional Miss HELEN STRATTON Miss L. E. WRIGHT never noble Olivia's garden perceiving play priest prithee purse rain it raineth raineth every day rall rude scene in Olivia's seemed servants Sir Andrew Sir Toby sister smile song soul speak steward swear sweet thee thou art thou Knave thought Cesario true TWELFTH NIGHT UNIVERSITY OF MICHIGAN Viola replied wind woman yellow stockings young Cesario youth
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Page 26 - 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 chant it ; it is silly sooth, And dallies with the innocence of love, Like the old age.
Page 4 - 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 70 - 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 21 - 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...
Page 27 - 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.
Page 12 - 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 12 - 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, As it might be, perhaps, were I a woman, I should your lordship. DUKE. And what's her history? VIOLA. A blank, my lord. She never told her love, But let concealment, like a worm i...
Page 23 - Make me a willow cabin at your gate, And call upon my soul within the house; Write loyal cantons of contemned love, And sing them loud even in the dead of night; Halloo your name to the reverberate hills, And make the babbling gossip of the air Cry out, Olivia!
Page 21 - I will give out divers schedules of my beauty : it shall be inventoried ; and every particle, and utensil, labelled to my will : as, item, two lips indifferent red ; item, two grey eyes, with lids to them ; item, one neck, one chin, and so forth.