Twelfth night. Winter's talePrinted for, and under the direction of, John Bell, 1788 |
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9. oldal
... 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 serve this ...
... 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 serve this ...
17. oldal
... hast been , or I will not open my lips so wide as a bristle may enter , in way of thy excuse : my lady will hang thee for thy absence . Clo . Let her hang me : he that is well hang'd in this world , needs fear no colours . Mar. Make ...
... hast been , or I will not open my lips so wide as a bristle may enter , in way of thy excuse : my lady will hang thee for thy absence . Clo . Let her hang me : he that is well hang'd in this world , needs fear no colours . Mar. Make ...
21. oldal
... hast spoke for us , Madonna , as if thy eldest son should be a fool : whose scull Jove cram with brains , for here comes one of thy kin has a most weak piá mater ! 410 Enter Sir TOBY . Oli . By mine honour , half drunk . - What is he at ...
... hast spoke for us , Madonna , as if thy eldest son should be a fool : whose scull Jove cram with brains , for here comes one of thy kin has a most weak piá mater ! 410 Enter Sir TOBY . Oli . By mine honour , half drunk . - What is he at ...
38. oldal
... hast her not i ' the end , call me Cut . * Sir And . If I do not , never trust me , take it how you will . Sir To . Come , come ; I'll go burn some sack , ' tis too late to go to bed now : come , knight ; come , knight . [ Exeunt ...
... hast her not i ' the end , call me Cut . * Sir And . If I do not , never trust me , take it how you will . Sir To . Come , come ; I'll go burn some sack , ' tis too late to go to bed now : come , knight ; come , knight . [ Exeunt ...
50. oldal
... freedom at tray - trip , and become thy bond - slave ? Sir And . I'faith , or I either ? Sir To . Why , thou hast put him in such a dream , that , ! Burney del Thornthwaite foulp 2 MISS FARREN in OLIVIA 50 Aa II . TWELFTH - NIGHT : OR ,
... freedom at tray - trip , and become thy bond - slave ? Sir And . I'faith , or I either ? Sir To . Why , thou hast put him in such a dream , that , ! Burney del Thornthwaite foulp 2 MISS FARREN in OLIVIA 50 Aa II . TWELFTH - NIGHT : OR ,
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.