Twelfth night. Winter's talePrinted for, and under the direction of, John Bell, 1788 |
Részletek a könyvből
1 - 5 találat összesen 51 találatból.
3. oldal
... believe , that the serious part of this comedy is founded on some old translation of the seventh history in the fourth volume of Belleforest's Histoires Tra- giques . It appears from the books of the Stationers - Com- pany , July 15 ...
... believe , that the serious part of this comedy is founded on some old translation of the seventh history in the fourth volume of Belleforest's Histoires Tra- giques . It appears from the books of the Stationers - Com- pany , July 15 ...
9. oldal
... believe , thou hast a mind that suits With this thy fair and outward character . I pray thee , and I'll pay thee bounteously , Conceal me what I am ; and be my aid For such disguise as , haply , shall become The form of my intent . I'll ...
... believe , thou hast a mind that suits With this thy fair and outward character . I pray thee , and I'll pay thee bounteously , Conceal me what I am ; and be my aid For such disguise as , haply , shall become The form of my intent . I'll ...
12. oldal
... christian , or an ordinary man has : but I am a great eater of beef , and , I believe , that does harm to my wit . Sir To . No question . Sir And . An I thought that , I'd forswear Sir 12 A & t 1 . TWELFTH - NIGHT : OR ,
... christian , or an ordinary man has : but I am a great eater of beef , and , I believe , that does harm to my wit . Sir To . No question . Sir And . An I thought that , I'd forswear Sir 12 A & t 1 . TWELFTH - NIGHT : OR ,
15. oldal
... believe me . Enter Duke , CURIO , and Attendants . Vio . I thank you . Here comes the count . Duke . Who saw Cesario , ho ? Vio . On your attendance , my lord ; here . Duke . Stand you a - while aloof . - Cesario , Thou know'st no less ...
... believe me . Enter Duke , CURIO , and Attendants . Vio . I thank you . Here comes the count . Duke . Who saw Cesario , ho ? Vio . On your attendance , my lord ; here . Duke . Stand you a - while aloof . - Cesario , Thou know'st no less ...
16. oldal
... believe it ; For they shall yet belie thy happy years , That say , thou art a man : Diana's lip Is not more smooth , and rubious ; thy small pipe Is as the maiden's organ , shrill , and sound , And all is semblative a woman's part . I ...
... believe it ; For they shall yet belie thy happy years , That say , thou art a man : Diana's lip Is not more smooth , and rubious ; thy small pipe Is as the maiden's organ , shrill , and sound , And all is semblative a woman's part . I ...
Gyakori szavak és kifejezések
ancient Antigonus Autolycus Ben Jonson beseech better Bohemia Brownist called Camillo Cesario CLEOMENES Clown daughter dear dost doth Duke Enter Exeunt Exit eyes father fear folio fool Gent gentleman give hand Hanmer hath heart heaven HENLEY Hermione honest Honest Whore honour i'the Illyria in't is't JOHNSON king kiss knight lady last enchantment Leontes lord madam MALONE Malvolio means mistress musick never o'er o'the old copy Olivia on't pash passage Paul Paulina Perdita play Polixenes Polyolbion pr'ythee pray prince queen Romeo and Juliet SCENE seems Shakspere Shakspere's Shep shew Sicilia Sir Andrew Sir Andrew Ague-cheek Sir Toby Sir Topas song speak STEEVENS swear sweet tell thee THEOBALD there's thing thou art thou hast three merry TWELFTH NIGHT Viola volgo WARBURTON WINTER'S TALE woman word
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.