Twelfth-night: Or, What You WillCassell, 1892 - 192 páginas |
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accordyng Antonio Apolonius bear-bait better beyng brother Brownist Captaine Cesario Clown comes Constantinople cross-gartered curtesie daie dear desire devil dost thou doth Duke Enter OLIVIA Enter Sir TOBY Exeunt Exit eyes FABIAN Fabio Fabrizio faith father favour fellow Flaminio fool fortune gentleman giue give greefe hand hath haue haue heard hauyng hear heart honour Illyria Ingannati Isabella Ladie Iulina Lelia likyng lord loue madam madonna maid Malvolio maner MARIA Marry matter mistress never niece noble OLIVIA'S House Orsino peace Pedro play pray prithee Re-enter SCENE Sebastian serued servant Shakespeare Silla Siluio Sir ANDREW AGUE-CHEEK Sir TOBY BELCH Sir Topas sister smile soul speak swear sweet tell thee there's thou art thou hast thynges troth Twelfth Night tyme Viola vpon vppon woordes yellow stockings youth
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Página 35 - 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.
Página 69 - tis not hereafter; Present mirth hath present laughter; What's to come is still unsure: In delay there lies no plenty; Then come kiss me, sweet and twenty, Youth's a stuff will not endure. 202 Sir And. A mellifluous voice, as I am true knight. Sir To. A contagious breath. Sir And. Very sweet and contagious, i
Página 7 - At our feast wee had a play called ' Twelve Night ; Or, What you Will,' much like the Commedy of Errores, or Menechmi in Plautus, but most like and neere to that in Italian called Inganni.
Página 28 - What years, i' faith ? Vio. About your years, my lord. Duke. 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.
Página 78 - 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...
Página 80 - 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 ? Vio. A blank, my lord. She never told her love, But let concealment, like a worm i...
Página 36 - O spirit of love, how quick and fresh art thou, That, notwithstanding thy capacity Receiveth as the sea, nought enters there, Of what validity and pitch soe'er, But falls into abatement and low price, Even in a minute; so full of shapes is fancy, That it alone is high fantastical.
Página 52 - O, you are sick of self-love, Malvolio, and taste with a distempered appetite. To be generous, guiltless and of free disposition, is to take those things for bird-bolts that you deem...
Página 80 - 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.
Página 93 - This fellow is wise enough to play the fool ; And to do that well craves a kind of wit : He must observe their mood on whom he jests, 60 The quality of persons, and the time, And, like the haggard, check at every feather That comes before his eye. This is a practice As full of labour as a wise man's art : For folly that he wisely shows is fit ; But wise men, folly-fall'n, quite taint their wit.