Twelfth night. Winter's tale |
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12. oldal
Fare you well , gentlemen . Sir To . An thou let part so , Sir Andrew , would thou
might'st never draw sword again . 170 Sir And . An you part so , mistress , I would
I might never draw sword again ; Fair lady , do you think you have fools in hand ?
Fare you well , gentlemen . Sir To . An thou let part so , Sir Andrew , would thou
might'st never draw sword again . 170 Sir And . An you part so , mistress , I would
I might never draw sword again ; Fair lady , do you think you have fools in hand ?
34. oldal
I shall never begin , if I hold my peace . Sir And . Good , i'faith | come , begin . 160
[ They sing a catch . Enter MARIA . Mar. What a catterwauling do you keep here ?
If my lady have not call'd up her steward , Malvolio , and bid him turn you ...
I shall never begin , if I hold my peace . Sir And . Good , i'faith | come , begin . 160
[ They sing a catch . Enter MARIA . Mar. What a catterwauling do you keep here ?
If my lady have not call'd up her steward , Malvolio , and bid him turn you ...
55. oldal
Twas never merry world , Since lowly feigning was call'd compliment : You are
servant to the count Orsino , youth . : Vio , And he is yours , and his must needs
be yours ; Your servant's servant is your servant , madam , Oli . For him , I think
not ...
Twas never merry world , Since lowly feigning was call'd compliment : You are
servant to the count Orsino , youth . : Vio , And he is yours , and his must needs
be yours ; Your servant's servant is your servant , madam , Oli . For him , I think
not ...
64. oldal
... this allow , If ever you have spent time worse ere now : 30 If never , yet that
Time himself doth say , He wishes earnestly you never may . ( Exit . SCENE
SCENE 1 . The Court of Bohemia . Enter POLIXENES 64 THE WINTER'S TALE .
48 IV .
... this allow , If ever you have spent time worse ere now : 30 If never , yet that
Time himself doth say , He wishes earnestly you never may . ( Exit . SCENE
SCENE 1 . The Court of Bohemia . Enter POLIXENES 64 THE WINTER'S TALE .
48 IV .
79. oldal
Upon his own report , and I believe it : 410 He looks like sorih : He says , he loves
my daughter , I think so too ; for never gaz'd the moon Upon the water , as he'll
stand , and read , As ' twere , my daughter's eyes : and , to be plain , I think , there
...
Upon his own report , and I believe it : 410 He looks like sorih : He says , he loves
my daughter , I think so too ; for never gaz'd the moon Upon the water , as he'll
stand , and read , As ' twere , my daughter's eyes : and , to be plain , I think , there
...
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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.