Twelfth night. Much ado about nothing. As you like itL.A. Lewis, 125, Fleet Street., 1841 |
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Side 9
... Exeunt . SCENE II . The sea - coast . Enter VIOLA , CAPTAIN , and Sailors . Vio . What country , friends , is this ? Cap . This is Illyria , lady . Vio . And what should I do in Illyria ? My brother he is in Elysium . Perchance , he is ...
... Exeunt . SCENE II . The sea - coast . Enter VIOLA , CAPTAIN , and Sailors . Vio . What country , friends , is this ? Cap . This is Illyria , lady . Vio . And what should I do in Illyria ? My brother he is in Elysium . Perchance , he is ...
Side 11
... Exeunt . 1 ' I wish I might not be made public to the world , with regard to the state of my birth and fortune , till I have gained a ripe opportunity for my design .'- Johnson . 2 Approve . SCENE III . A room in Olivia's house . Enter ...
... Exeunt . 1 ' I wish I might not be made public to the world , with regard to the state of my birth and fortune , till I have gained a ripe opportunity for my design .'- Johnson . 2 Approve . SCENE III . A room in Olivia's house . Enter ...
Side 17
... Exeunt . Enter VALENTINE , and VIOLA in man's attire . Val . If the duke continue these favors towards you , Cesario , you are like to be much advanced : he 1 Alluding to the notorious Mary Frith , commonly called Mall Cutpurse . 2 A ...
... Exeunt . Enter VALENTINE , and VIOLA in man's attire . Val . If the duke continue these favors towards you , Cesario , you are like to be much advanced : he 1 Alluding to the notorious Mary Frith , commonly called Mall Cutpurse . 2 A ...
Side 19
... Exeunt . SCENE V. A room in Olivia's house . Enter MARIA and CLOWN . Mar. Nay , either tell me where thou hast been , or I will not open my lips , so wide as a bristle may 1 Ruddy . Thy proper part in a play would be a woman's . 3 A ...
... Exeunt . SCENE V. A room in Olivia's house . Enter MARIA and CLOWN . Mar. Nay , either tell me where thou hast been , or I will not open my lips , so wide as a bristle may 1 Ruddy . Thy proper part in a play would be a woman's . 3 A ...
Side 44
... Exeunt . SCENE IV . A room in the Duke's palace . Enter DUKE , VIOLA , CURIO , and others . Duke . Give me some music . - Now , good morrow , friends : - Now , good Cesario , but that piece of song , That old and antique song we heard ...
... Exeunt . SCENE IV . A room in the Duke's palace . Enter DUKE , VIOLA , CURIO , and others . Duke . Give me some music . - Now , good morrow , friends : - Now , good Cesario , but that piece of song , That old and antique song we heard ...
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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.