Works, Volumul 3Bell & Bradfute, J. Dickinson [and others], 1795 |
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Pagina 81
... Sir Toby Belch , uncle to Olivia . Sir Andrew Ague check . a foolish knight , pretending to Olivia . A fea - captain , friend to Viola . Fabian , fervant to Olivia . Malvolio , a fantastical steward to Olivia . Clown , fervant to Olivia ...
... Sir Toby Belch , uncle to Olivia . Sir Andrew Ague check . a foolish knight , pretending to Olivia . A fea - captain , friend to Viola . Fabian , fervant to Olivia . Malvolio , a fantastical steward to Olivia . Clown , fervant to Olivia ...
Pagina 84
... Sir Toby , and Maria . Sir To . What a plague means my niece , to take the death of her brother thus ? I am fure care's an enemy to life . Mar. By my troth , Sir Toby , you must come in ear- lier a - nights ; your niece , my Lady ...
... Sir Toby , and Maria . Sir To . What a plague means my niece , to take the death of her brother thus ? I am fure care's an enemy to life . Mar. By my troth , Sir Toby , you must come in ear- lier a - nights ; your niece , my Lady ...
Pagina 85
... Sir To . Fie , that you'll fay fo ! he plays o ' th ' viol- de - gambo , and fpeaks three or four languages word for ... Toby Belch ! how now , Sir Toby Belch ? Sir To . Sweet Sir Andrew ! Sir And . Blefs you , fair fhrew . Mar. And you ...
... Sir To . Fie , that you'll fay fo ! he plays o ' th ' viol- de - gambo , and fpeaks three or four languages word for ... Toby Belch ! how now , Sir Toby Belch ? Sir To . Sweet Sir Andrew ! Sir And . Blefs you , fair fhrew . Mar. And you ...
Pagina 86
... Sir To . An thou let her part fo , Sir Andrew , would thou might'ft never draw fword again . Sir And . An you part ... Toby . Sir To . Pourquoy , my dear Knight ? Sir And . What is Pourquoy ? do , or not do ? I would I had bestowed that ...
... Sir To . An thou let her part fo , Sir Andrew , would thou might'ft never draw fword again . Sir And . An you part ... Toby . Sir To . Pourquoy , my dear Knight ? Sir And . What is Pourquoy ? do , or not do ? I would I had bestowed that ...
Pagina 87
... Sir To . Excellent ! it hangs like flax on a diftaff ; and I hope to fee a housewife take thee between her legs , and fpin it off . Sir And . ' Faith , I'l home to - morrow , Sir Toby ; your niece will not be feen ; or , if fhe be ...
... Sir To . Excellent ! it hangs like flax on a diftaff ; and I hope to fee a housewife take thee between her legs , and fpin it off . Sir And . ' Faith , I'l home to - morrow , Sir Toby ; your niece will not be feen ; or , if fhe be ...
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Pagina 324 - Grief fills the room up of my absent child, Lies in his bed, walks up and down with me, Puts on his pretty looks, repeats his words, Remembers me of all his gracious parts, Stuffs out his vacant garments with his form; Then, have I reason to be fond of grief ? Fare you well: had you such a loss as I, I could give better comfort than you do.
Pagina 248 - By bud of nobler race : this is an art Which does mend nature, change it rather, but The art itself is nature.
Pagina 324 - There's nothing in this world can make me joy : Life is as tedious as a twice-told tale, Vexing the dull ear of a drowsy man ; And bitter shame hath spoil'd the sweet world's taste, That it yields nought but shame and bitterness.
Pagina 330 - To gild refined gold, to paint the lily, To throw a perfume on the violet, To smooth the ice, or add another hue Unto the rainbow, or with taper-light To seek the beauteous eye of heaven to garnish, Is wasteful, and ridiculous excess.
Pagina 57 - The web of our life is of a mingled yarn, good and ill together: our virtues would be proud if our faults whipped them not ; and our crimes would despair if they were not cherished by our virtues.