Twelfth Night; Or, What You WillMacmillan & Company, 1889 - 184 pages |
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allusion answer Antonio bear-baiting bed of Ware bird-lime brother Brownist called Cesario Clown cockatrice colour contempt cross-gartered Cymb dear devil Dict doth Duchess of Malfi Duke Dyce Exeunt Exit Fabian faith favour follow fool fortune frequent in Shakespeare galliard gentleman give Haml hand hath heart heaven honour Illyria Italian knight lady Lelia letter look lord madam madonna Malvolio Maria marry matter means metaphor mistress nature niece Olivia Orsino peace play prithee quarrel rapier SCENE scruple Sebastian sense servant Shakespeare sing Sir Andrew Sir Toby Sir Toby's Sir Topas Skeat smile soul speak Steevens subjunctive swear sweet sword tell Temp term of endearment thee there's thou art Thou liest Twelfth Night valour verb Viola voice word youth
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Page 3 - 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; Holla your name to the reverberate hills, And make the babbling gossip of the air Cry out, Olivia!
Page 8 - 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 14 - 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 13 - 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.
Page 116 - Sit, Jessica. Look how the floor of heaven Is thick inlaid with patines of bright gold: There's not the smallest orb which thou behold'st But in his motion like an angel sings, Still quiring to the young-eyed cherubins; Such harmony is in immortal souls; But whilst this muddy vesture of decay Doth grossly close it in, we cannot hear it.
Page 15 - 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 xvii - 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 155 - Speaking generally of Macmillan's Series we may say that they approach more nearly than any other edition we know to the ideal school Shakespeare. The introductory remarks are not too much burdened with controversial matter ; the notes are abundant and to the point, scarcely any difficulty being passed over without some explanation, either by a paraphrase or by etymological and grammatical notes.
Page 13 - 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.