Twelfth night. Much ado about nothing. As you like itL.A. Lewis, 125, Fleet Street., 1841 |
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Side 127
... Clau . Clau . Benedick , didst thou note the daughter of signior Leonato ? Ben . I noted her not , but I looked on her . Clau . Is she not a modest young lady ? Ben . Do you question me , as an honest man should do , for my simple true ...
... Clau . Clau . Benedick , didst thou note the daughter of signior Leonato ? Ben . I noted her not , but I looked on her . Clau . Is she not a modest young lady ? Ben . Do you question me , as an honest man should do , for my simple true ...
Side 128
... Clau . In mine eye , she is the sweetest lady that ever I looked on . Ben . I can see yet without spectacles , and I see no such matter : there's her cousin , an she were not possessed with a fury , exceeds her as much in beauty as the ...
... Clau . In mine eye , she is the sweetest lady that ever I looked on . Ben . I can see yet without spectacles , and I see no such matter : there's her cousin , an she were not possessed with a fury , exceeds her as much in beauty as the ...
Side 129
... Clau . If my passion change not shortly , God for bid it should be otherwise . D. Pe . Amen , if you love her ; for the lady is very well worthy . Clau . You speak this to fetch me in , my lord . D. Pe . By my troth , I speak my thought ...
... Clau . If my passion change not shortly , God for bid it should be otherwise . D. Pe . Amen , if you love her ; for the lady is very well worthy . Clau . You speak this to fetch me in , my lord . D. Pe . By my troth , I speak my thought ...
Side 130
William Shakespeare. Clau . And never could maintain his part , but in the force of his will . Ben . That a woman conceived me , I thank her ; that she brought me up , I likewise give her most humble thanks : but that I will have a ...
William Shakespeare. Clau . And never could maintain his part , but in the force of his will . Ben . That a woman conceived me , I thank her ; that she brought me up , I likewise give her most humble thanks : but that I will have a ...
Side 131
... Clau . If this should ever happen , thou wouldst be horn - mad . D. Pe . Nay , if Cupid have not spent all his quiver in Venice , thou wilt quake for this shortly . Ben . I look for an earthquake too then . D. Pe . Well , you will ...
... Clau . If this should ever happen , thou wouldst be horn - mad . D. Pe . Nay , if Cupid have not spent all his quiver in Venice , thou wilt quake for this shortly . Ben . I look for an earthquake too then . D. Pe . Well , you will ...
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Antonio Audrey Beatrice Beau better BORACHIO brother CELIA Clau Clown cousin daughter dear Don John Don Pedro dost thou doth Duke F Exeunt Exit eyes Fabian fair faith father fellow fool forest forest of Arden fortune Friar Ganymede gentle gentleman give grace hand hath hear heart Hero hither honor Illyria Jaques lady Leonato live look lord madam Malvolio MARIA marriage marry master Master constable Messina mistress never niece night Olivia Orlando Orsino Phebe pr'ythee prince Rosalind SCENE Sebastian SHAK signior Benedick sing sir Andrew SIR ANDREW AGUE-CHEEK SIR TOBY BELCH sir Topas soul speak swear sweet tell thank there's thing thou art thou hast to-morrow tongue Touch troth Viola wilt woman word young youth
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Side 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.
Side 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.
Side 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...
Side 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.
Side 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.
Side 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.
Side 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...
Side 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...
Side 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.
Side 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.