Twelfth night. Much ado about nothing. As you like itL.A. Lewis, 125, Fleet Street., 1841 |
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... madam : and , to comfort you with chance , Assure yourself , after our ship did split , When you , and that poor number saved with you , Hung on our driving boat , I saw your brother , Most provident in peril , bind himself ( Courage ...
... madam : and , to comfort you with chance , Assure yourself , after our ship did split , When you , and that poor number saved with you , Hung on our driving boat , I saw your brother , Most provident in peril , bind himself ( Courage ...
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... madam , well ; for I was bred and born Not three hours travel from this very place . Vio . Who governs here ? Cap . As in his name . Vio . Cap . A noble duke in nature , What is his name ? Orsino . Vio . Orsino ! I have heard my father ...
... madam , well ; for I was bred and born Not three hours travel from this very place . Vio . Who governs here ? Cap . As in his name . Vio . Cap . A noble duke in nature , What is his name ? Orsino . Vio . Orsino ! I have heard my father ...
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... Madam , there is at the gate a young gentle- man , much desires to speak with you . Oli . From the 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 ...
... Madam , there is at the gate a young gentle- man , much desires to speak with you . Oli . From the 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 ...
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... Madam , yond young fellow swears he will speak with you . I told him you were sick ; he takes on him to understand so much , and therefore comes to speak with you : I told him you were asleep ; he seems to have a foreknowlege of that ...
... Madam , yond young fellow swears he will speak with you . I told him you were sick ; he takes on him to understand so much , and therefore comes to speak with you : I told him you were asleep ; he seems to have a foreknowlege of that ...
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... madam , let me see your face . Oli . Have you any commission from your lord to negotiate with my face ? You are now out of your text : but we will draw the curtain , and show you the picture . Look you , sir , such a one as I was this ...
... madam , let me see your face . Oli . Have you any commission from your lord to negotiate with my face ? You are now out of your text : but we will draw the curtain , and show you the picture . Look you , sir , such a one as I was this ...
Palavras e frases frequentes
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
Passagens conhecidas
Página 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.
Página 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.
Página 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...
Página 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.
Página 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.
Página 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.
Página 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...
Página 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...
Página 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.
Página 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.