Twelfth night. Much ado about nothing. As you like itL.A. Lewis, 125, Fleet Street., 1841 |
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... count That died some twelvemonth since ; then leaving her In the protection of his son , her brother , Who shortly also died ; for whose dear love , They say , she hath abjured the company And sight of men . Vio . O , that I served that ...
... count That died some twelvemonth since ; then leaving her In the protection of his son , her brother , Who shortly also died ; for whose dear love , They say , she hath abjured the company And sight of men . Vio . O , that I served that ...
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... count himself , here hard by , woos her . Sir To . She'll none o ' the count ; she ' ll not match above her degree , neither in estate , years , nor wit ; I have heard her swear it . Tut , there ' s life in ' t , man . Sir An . I'll ...
... count himself , here hard by , woos her . Sir To . She'll none o ' the count ; she ' ll not match above her degree , neither in estate , years , nor wit ; I have heard her swear it . Tut , there ' s life in ' t , man . Sir An . I'll ...
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... count . Duke . Who saw Cesario , ho ? Vio . On your attendance , my lord ; here . Duke . Stand you awhile aloof . - Cesario , Thou know'st no less but all ; I have unclasp'd To thee the book even of my secret soul : Therefore , good ...
... count . Duke . Who saw Cesario , ho ? Vio . On your attendance , my lord ; here . Duke . Stand you awhile aloof . - Cesario , Thou know'st no less but all ; I have unclasp'd To thee the book even of my secret soul : Therefore , good ...
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... count Orsino , is it ? Mar. I know not , madam ; ' tis a fair young man , and well attended . Oli . Who of my people hold him in delay ? Mar. Sir Toby , madam , your kinsman . Oli . Fetch him off , I pray you ; he speaks nothing 1 Fools ...
... count Orsino , is it ? Mar. I know not , madam ; ' tis a fair young man , and well attended . Oli . Who of my people hold him in delay ? Mar. Sir Toby , madam , your kinsman . Oli . Fetch him off , I pray you ; he speaks nothing 1 Fools ...
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... count , I am sick , or not at home ; what you will , to dismiss it . [ Exit Malvolio . ] Now you see , sir , how your fooling grows old , and people dislike it . Clown . Thou hast spoke for us , madonna , as if thy eldest son should be ...
... count , I am sick , or not at home ; what you will , to dismiss it . [ Exit Malvolio . ] Now you see , sir , how your fooling grows old , and people dislike it . Clown . Thou hast spoke for us , madonna , as if thy eldest son should be ...
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Halaman 260 - Now, my co-mates and brothers in exile, Hath not old custom made this life more sweet Than that of painted pomp? Are not these woods More free from peril than the envious court? Here feel we but the penalty of Adam, — The seasons' difference : as the icy fang And churlish chiding of the winter's wind, Which when it bites and blows upon my body, Even till I shrink with cold, I smile and say, This is no flattery : these are counsellors That feelingly persuade me what I am.
Halaman 277 - twill be eleven; And so, from hour to hour, we ripe and ripe, And then, from hour to hour, we rot and rot, And thereby hangs a tale.
Halaman 281 - With eyes severe and beard of formal cut, Full of wise saws and modern instances; And so he plays his part. The sixth age shifts Into the lean and...
Halaman 261 - Sweet are the uses of adversity, Which, like the toad, ugly and venomous, Wears yet a precious jewel in his head ; And this our life exempt from public haunt Finds tongues in trees, books in the running brooks, Sermons in stones and good in every thing.
Halaman 7 - 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 sound That breathes upon a bank of violets, Stealing and giving odour.
Halaman 47 - 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 ! Duke.
Halaman 281 - And then, the whining school-boy, with his satchel, And shining morning face, creeping like snail Unwillingly to school ; and then, the lover, Sighing like furnace, with a woful ballad Made to his mistress...
Halaman 272 - Under the greenwood tree, Who loves to lie with me, And tune his merry note Unto the sweet bird's throat, Come hither, come hither, come hither ; Here shall ye see No enemy, But winter and rough weather Who doth ambition shun, . And loves to live i...
Halaman 266 - Though I look old, yet I am strong and lusty ; For in my youth I never did apply Hot and rebellious liquors in my blood; Nor did not with unbashful forehead woo The means of weakness and debility ; Therefore my age is as a lusty winter, Frosty, but kindly.
Halaman 49 - 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.