...not worth thee then. 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...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,...

...then. What yeari, i'f.iiih? Vio. About your years, my Lord. Duke. Too old, by heaven ; Let still ihe 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 imfirm, More longing, wavering,...

...thee then. What years, i'faith? Flo. About your years, my lord. •'• : Duke. Too old, by heaven ; Let still the woman take An elder than herself; so...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,...

...She is not worth thee then. What years, i'faith? Vio. Of your complexion. Duke. Too old, by heaven; Let still the woman take An elder than herself; so...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,...

...your years, my lord. Duke. Too old,' by heaven ; Let still the woman take An elder than herself30; 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,...

...sex more powerfully warned against such propensity, than, by the Duke Orsino, in this very play. " Let still the woman take " An elder than herself;...him, " So sways she level in her husband's heart, &c. Although the mirth, which is excited at the expense of Malvolio, is impeded by the ungenerous stratagem,...

...worth thee then. What years, i'faith ? Vio. A.bout your years, my lord. Duke. Too old, by heaven ; Let still the woman take An elder than herself ; so...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,...

...not worth thee then. 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...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,...

...not worth thee then. 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...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,...

...worth thee then. What years, i'faith ? l/.,i. About your years, my lord. Duke. Too old, by heaveu ; Let still the woman take An elder than herself; so...to him. So sways she level in her husband's heart, For, boy, however we do praise ourselves, Our fancies are more giddy and un6rn», More longing, wavering,...