Twelfe Night: Or, What You Will, المجلد 34Duffield, 1908 - 77 من الصفحات |
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Accoft againſt agen anſwer Anthonio beleeue Cefario Clowne Cofin CURIO deere defire diuell doft thou doth Duke Enter MARIA euen euery Exeunt Exit FABIAN fauour fee thee felfe feruant feruice fhall fhew fifter fince fing fir Topas firſt fome foole for't foule fpeake ftand fuch fweare fweet Gentleman giue hath haue heart heauen heere Heere comes himſelfe houſe i'th Illyria Ioue knaue Lady leaue legge let me fee liue Lord loue Madam Madona Maluolio Marry Maſter Miftris moft moſt Muficke muſt Neece neuer OLIUIAS House Orfino peace pleaſe praiſe prethee Primus proue Re-enter MARIA reaſon rhumb lines ſay Scana SEBASTIAN ſee ſhall ſhe ſhould Sir Andrew Sir ANDREW AGUE-CHEEKE ſmile ſpeake ſweet tell there's theſe thinke thoſe thou art thouſand thy felfe Twelfe Night VIOLA vpon worſe youth
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الصفحة viii - At our feast wee had a play called 'twelve Night, or what you will'; much like the commedy of errores, or Menechmi in Plautus, but most like and neere to that in Italian called Inganni.
الصفحة viii - Night, or What You Will. Much like the Comedy of Errors, or Menechmi in Plautus : but most like and neere to that in Italian called Inganni.
الصفحة 76 - It may be worth thy pains : for I can sing And speak to him in many sorts of music.) This is from the first draft ; but in the revised play Curio makes the strange answer (in prose, as all, or nearly all, the latter work is in this drama), " He is not here, that should sing it ; " and the Duke says, " Who was it ? " forgetting the singer he had heard the night before.
الصفحة iii - THE OLD-SPELLING SHAKESPEARE: Being the Works of Shakespeare in the Spelling of the best Quarto and Folio Texts Edited by FJ Furnivall and the late WG Boswell-Stone.
الصفحة 76 - Q. Elinor. Ay, good woman, conduct me to the court, That there I may bewail my sinful life, And call to God to save my wretched soul, [A cry of ' Westward, ho ! ' Woman, what noise is this I hear? Potter's Wife. An like your grace, it is the watermen that call for passengers to go westward now.
الصفحة 16 - Cantons of contemned loue, And fing them lowd euen in the dead of night : Hallow your name to the reuerberate hilles, And make the babling Gofsip of the aire, Cry out Olivia : O you mould not reft Betweene the elements of ayre, and earth, But you mould pittie me.
الصفحة 26 - Marke it Cefario, it is old and plaine ; The Spinfters and the Knitters in the Sun, And the free maides that weaue their thred with bones, Do vfe to chaunt it : it is filly footh, And dallies with the innocence of loue, Like the old age.
الصفحة 1 - O, it came ore my eare, like the fweet found That breathes vpon a banke of Violets, Stealing, and giuing, Odour ! — Enough j no more ! 'Tis not fo fweet now, as it was before.
الصفحة viii - Steward believe his lady widow was in love with him by counterfeiting a letter as from his lady in general terms, telling him what she liked best in him, and prescribing his gesture in smiling, his apparel, etc. ; and then when he came to practise making him believe they took him to be mad.