The Works of Shakespear: As you like it. The taming of the shrew. All's well, that ends well. Twelfth-night: or, What you willRobert Martin, 1768 |
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William Shakespeare. *** TWELFTH - NIGHT : OR , WHAT YOU WILL . * • * Dra- Dramatis Perfonæ . ORSINO , Duke of Illyria . Sebaftian.
William Shakespeare. *** TWELFTH - NIGHT : OR , WHAT YOU WILL . * • * Dra- Dramatis Perfonæ . ORSINO , Duke of Illyria . Sebaftian.
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... by the Duke . Viola , in love with the Duke . Maria , Olivia's Woman . Prieft , Sailors , Officers , and other Attendants . SCENE , a City on the Coast of Illyria . TWELFTH- TWELFTH - NIGHT : OR , WHAT YOU WILL . Dramatis Perfonæ. ...
... by the Duke . Viola , in love with the Duke . Maria , Olivia's Woman . Prieft , Sailors , Officers , and other Attendants . SCENE , a City on the Coast of Illyria . TWELFTH- TWELFTH - NIGHT : OR , WHAT YOU WILL . Dramatis Perfonæ. ...
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... Illyria , Lady . HAT country , friends , is this ? Vio . And what fhould I do in Illyria ? Her fweet perfections ! ] We should read , and point it thus , ( 0 fweet perfection ! ) My My brother he is in Elyftum . Perchance , he 270 ...
... Illyria , Lady . HAT country , friends , is this ? Vio . And what fhould I do in Illyria ? Her fweet perfections ! ] We should read , and point it thus , ( 0 fweet perfection ! ) My My brother he is in Elyftum . Perchance , he 270 ...
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... Illyria . Mar. What's that to th ' purpofe ? Sir To . Why , he has three thousand ducats a year . Mar. Ay , but he'll have but a year in all thefe du- cats : he's a very fool and a prodigal . Sir To . Fie , that you'll fay fo ! he plays ...
... Illyria . Mar. What's that to th ' purpofe ? Sir To . Why , he has three thousand ducats a year . Mar. Ay , but he'll have but a year in all thefe du- cats : he's a very fool and a prodigal . Sir To . Fie , that you'll fay fo ! he plays ...
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... Illyria , whatsoever he be , under the degree of my betters ; and yet I will not compare with an old man , J • Sir To . What is thy excellence in a galliard , Knight ? Sir And . Faith , I can cut a caper . Sir To . And I can cut the ...
... Illyria , whatsoever he be , under the degree of my betters ; and yet I will not compare with an old man , J • Sir To . What is thy excellence in a galliard , Knight ? Sir And . Faith , I can cut a caper . Sir To . And I can cut the ...
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33. oldal - I must have liberty Withal, as large a charter as the wind, To blow on whom I please...
304. oldal - element,' but the word is over-worn. \Exit. Vio. This fellow is wise enough to play the fool ; And to do that well craves a kind of wit : He must observe their mood on whom he jests, The quality of persons, and the time, And, like the haggard, check at every feather That comes before his eye.
32. oldal - Tis but an hour ago since it was nine, And after one hour more 'twill be eleven ; And so, from hour to hour, we ripe and ripe, And then, from hour to hour, we rot and rot ; And thereby hangs a tale.
25. oldal - Though I look old, yet I am strong and lusty: For in my youth I never did apply Hot and rebellious liquors in my blood; Nor did not with unbashful forehead woo The means of weakness and debility; Therefore my age is as a lusty winter, Frosty, but kindly: let me go with you; I'll do the service of a younger man In all your business and necessities.
63. oldal - Hero had turned nun, if it had not been for a hot midsummer night ; for good youth, he went but forth to wash him in the Hellespont, and being taken with the cramp, was drowned, and the foolish chroniclers of that age found it was — Hero of Sestos. But these are all lies ; men have died from time to time, and worms have eaten them, but not for love.
21. oldal - The seasons' difference; as, the icy fang, And churlish chiding of the winter's wind; Which when it bites and blows upon my body, Even till I shrink with cold, I smile, and say,— This is no flattery: these are counsellors That feelingly persuade me what I am.