Twelfth night. Much ado about nothing. As you like itL.A. Lewis, 125, Fleet Street., 1841 |
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... Peace , you rogue , no more o ' that ; here comes my lady : make your excuse wisely , you were best . Enter OLIVIA and MALVOLIO . [ Exit . Clown . Wit , an ' t be thy will , put me into good fooling ! Those wits , that think they have ...
... Peace , you rogue , no more o ' that ; here comes my lady : make your excuse wisely , you were best . Enter OLIVIA and MALVOLIO . [ Exit . Clown . Wit , an ' t be thy will , put me into good fooling ! Those wits , that think they have ...
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... peace as matter . Oli . Yet you began rudely . What are you ? what would you ? Vio . The rudeness , that hath appeared in me , have I learned from my entertainment . What I am , and what I would , are as secret as maiden- head to your ...
... peace as matter . Oli . Yet you began rudely . What are you ? what would you ? Vio . The rudeness , that hath appeared in me , have I learned from my entertainment . What I am , and what I would , are as secret as maiden- head to your ...
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... peace , thou knave , ' knight ? I shall be constrained in ' t to call thee knave , knight . Sir An . ' Tis not the first time I have constrained one to call me knave . Begin , fool ; it begins , Hold thy peace . ' Clown . I shall never ...
... peace , thou knave , ' knight ? I shall be constrained in ' t to call thee knave , knight . Sir An . ' Tis not the first time I have constrained one to call me knave . Begin , fool ; it begins , Hold thy peace . ' Clown . I shall never ...
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... peace . Enter MALVOLIO . [ singing . Mal . My masters , are you mad , or what are you ? Have you no wit , manners , nor honesty , but • to gabble like tinkers at this time of night ? Do ye make an alehouse of my lady's house , that ye ...
... peace . Enter MALVOLIO . [ singing . Mal . My masters , are you mad , or what are you ? Have you no wit , manners , nor honesty , but • to gabble like tinkers at this time of night ? Do ye make an alehouse of my lady's house , that ye ...
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... Peace , peace ! Mal . There is example for ' t : the lady of the strachy3 married the yeoman of the wardrobe . Sir An . Fie on him , Jezebel ! Fab . O , peace ! now he's deeply in look , how imagination blows him . 1 Incline to love . 2 ...
... Peace , peace ! Mal . There is example for ' t : the lady of the strachy3 married the yeoman of the wardrobe . Sir An . Fie on him , Jezebel ! Fab . O , peace ! now he's deeply in look , how imagination blows him . 1 Incline to love . 2 ...
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.