Twelfth night. Winter's tale |
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20. oldal
O , you are sick of self - love , Malvolio , and taste with a distemper'd appetite : to
be generous , guiltless , and of free disposition , is to take those things for bird -
bolts , that you deem cannon - bullets : There is no slander in an allow'd fool ...
O , you are sick of self - love , Malvolio , and taste with a distemper'd appetite : to
be generous , guiltless , and of free disposition , is to take those things for bird -
bolts , that you deem cannon - bullets : There is no slander in an allow'd fool ...
34. oldal
If my lady have not call'd up her steward , Malvolio , and bid him turn you out of
doors , never trust me . Sir To . My lady's a Cataian , we are politicians ; Malvolio's
a Peg - a - Ramsey , and Three merry men be we . Am not I consanguineous ...
If my lady have not call'd up her steward , Malvolio , and bid him turn you out of
doors , never trust me . Sir To . My lady's a Cataian , we are politicians ; Malvolio's
a Peg - a - Ramsey , and Three merry men be we . Am not I consanguineous ...
63. oldal
Where is Malvolio -he is sad , and civil , And suits well for a servant with my
fortunes ;Where is Malvolio ? Mar. He's coming , madam ; but in very strange
manner . He is sure , possest , madam . Oli . Why , what's the matter ? does he
rave ? Mar ...
Where is Malvolio -he is sad , and civil , And suits well for a servant with my
fortunes ;Where is Malvolio ? Mar. He's coming , madam ; but in very strange
manner . He is sure , possest , madam . Oli . Why , what's the matter ? does he
rave ? Mar ...
64. oldal
Enter MALVOLIO .: " If sad and merry madness equal be . How now , Malvolio ?
Mal . Sweet lady , ho , ho . [ Smiles fantastically . Oli . Smil'st thou ? I sent for thee
upon a sad occasion . Mal . Sad , lady ? I could be sad : This does make some ...
Enter MALVOLIO .: " If sad and merry madness equal be . How now , Malvolio ?
Mal . Sweet lady , ho , ho . [ Smiles fantastically . Oli . Smil'st thou ? I sent for thee
upon a sad occasion . Mal . Sad , lady ? I could be sad : This does make some ...
99. oldal
The madly - us'd MALVOLIO . 320 Oli . Did he write this ? Clo . Ay , niadam . Duke
. This savours not much of distraction . Oli . See him deliver'd , Fabian ; bring him
hither . My lord , so please you , these things further thought on , To think me ...
The madly - us'd MALVOLIO . 320 Oli . Did he write this ? Clo . Ay , niadam . Duke
. This savours not much of distraction . Oli . See him deliver'd , Fabian ; bring him
hither . My lord , so please you , these things further thought on , To think me ...
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ancient answer appears bear believe better bring brother called Camillo character Clown comes daughter dear death Duke Enter Exit expression eyes fair father fear fool former give grace hand hast hath hear heart Hermione hold honour I'll JOHNSON kind king knight lady leave live look lord lost madam MALONE Malvolio master means merry mind nature never observes old copy once passage Paul perhaps play poor pray present prince printed queen reason SCENE seems sense Shakspere Shep shew Sir Andrew Sir Toby song speak speech stand STEEVENS suppose sweet tell thee there's thing thou thou art thought true turn WARBURTON wife woman
Népszerű szakaszok
75. oldal - Say there be ; Yet nature is made better by no mean But nature makes that mean : so, over that art Which you say adds to nature, is an art That nature makes.
43. oldal - 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.
77. oldal - I'd have you do it ever: when you sing, I'd have you buy and sell so; so give alms; Pray so ; and, for the ordering your affairs, To sing them too : When you do dance, I wish you A wave o...
75. oldal - You see, sweet maid, we marry A gentler scion to the wildest stock, And make conceive a bark of baser kind By bud of nobler race : this is an art Which does mend nature, change it rather, but The art itself is nature.
5. oldal - 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 south, That breathes upon a bank of violets, Stealing and giving odour ! Enough ; no more : 'Tis not so sweet now as it was before.
102. oldal - When that I was and a little tiny boy, With hey, ho, the wind and the rain; A foolish thing was but a toy, For the rain it raineth every day.
25. oldal - Tis beauty truly blent, whose red and white Nature's own sweet and cunning hand laid on...
33. oldal - O, mistress mine, where are you roaming? O stay and hear ; your true love's coming, That can sing both high and low : Trip no further, pretty sweeting; Journeys end in lovers' meeting, Every wise man's son doth know.
Bibliográfiai információk
| Cím | Twelfth night. Winter's tale 9. kötet/The Dramatick Writings of Will. Shakspere: With the Notes of All the Various Commentators; Printed Complete from the Best Editions of Sam. Johnson and Geo. Steevens, William Shakespeare |
| Szerző | William Shakespeare |
| Kiadó | Printed for, and under the direction of, John Bell, 1788 |
| Eredeti forrása | a Michigani Egyetem |
| Digitalizálva: | 2007. máj. 18. |
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