Shakespeare's Comedy of Twelfth Night: With Preface, Glossary, &cJ. M. Dent & Company, 1897 - 134 من الصفحات |
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Accost Andrew Aguecheek Antonio Bed of Ware better blood bosom brother BROWNIST Cesario Clown Comedy of Errors comes Count Orsino cross-gartered Curio cypress dear devil dost thou doth drink Duke Enter Maria Enter Olivia Enter Sir Toby excellent Exit eyes Fabian faith falconry Farewell favour fellow Folio fool fortune galliard gentleman give hand hang hath heart hither hold Illyria ISRAEL GOLLANCZ Jove knave lady lady's lord madam madonna Malvolio Marry matter Middle Temple mistress never niece Olivia's house peace PENTHESILEA play pray prithee Re-enter Maria rogue Scene servant Shakespeare's sing Sir Toby Belch Sir Toby's Sir Topas smile soul speak swear sweet tell term of endearment thee there's thou art thou hast thyself troth Twelfth Night valour Viola What's word yellow stockings youth
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الصفحة 44 - To die, even when they to perfection grow ! Re-enter CURIO with Clown. Duke. O, fellow, come, the song we had last night. — Mark it, Cesario ; it is old and plain : The spinsters and the knitters in the sun, And the free maids that weave their thread with bones, Do use to chaunt it : it is silly sooth, And dallies with the innocence of love, Like the old age.
الصفحة 1 - 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 sound, That breathes upon a bank of violets, Stealing and giving odour ! Enough ; no more : 'Tis not so sweet now as it was before.
الصفحة 43 - Too old, by heaven : let still the woman take An elder than herself : so wears she to him, So sways she level in her husband's heart : For, boy, however we do praise ourselves, Our fancies are more giddy and unfirm, More longing, wavering, sooner lost and worn, Than women's are.
الصفحة 25 - O sir, I will not be so hard-hearted ; I will give out divers schedules of my beauty : it shall be inventoried ; and every particle, and utensil...
الصفحة 44 - Come away, come away, death, And in sad cypress let me be laid ; Fly away, fly away, breath ; I am slain by a fair cruel maid. My shroud of white, stuck all with yew, O, prepare it ! My part of death, no one so true Did share it. Not a flower, not a flower sweet, On my black coffin let there be strown ; Not a friend, not a friend greet My poor corpse, where my bones shall be thrown : A thousand thousand sighs to save, Lay me, O, where Sad true lover never find my grave, To weep there ! Duke.
الصفحة 119 - 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.
الصفحة 47 - Too well what love women to men may owe : In faith, they are as true of heart as we. My father had a daughter loved a man, As it might be, perhaps, were I a woman, I should your lordship. » Duke. And what's her history ? Vio. A blank, my lord. She never told her love, But let concealment, like a worm i...
الصفحة 45 - ... Fly away, fly away, breath ; I am slain by a fair cruel maid. My shroud of white, stuck all with yew, O ! prepare it ; My part of death no one so true Did share it. Not a flower, not a flower sweet, • On my black coffin let there be strown ; Not a friend, not a friend greet My poor corpse, where my bones shall be thrown : A thousand thousand sighs to save, Lay me, O ! where Sad true lover never find my grave, To weep there.
الصفحة 47 - 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.
الصفحة 35 - 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.