Twelfth Night: Or, What You WillD.C. Heath & Company, 1916 - 162 pagine |
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Abbott accent Antonio Appendix bear-baiting brother Brownist Cesario character Clown comedy common cypress dative dear devil dost thou doth Duke Duke's Enter SIR TOBY Exeunt Exit eyes Fabian Falstaff favour Feste follow fool fortunes gentleman give Gorboduc hand hath heart hence Henry IV humour Illyria Julius Cæsar knave lady letter lord madam madman madonna Malvolio Maria Marry master means Merchant of Venice merry mistress never niece Olivia omission Orsino passion patched pause peace phrase pia mater play prithee probably properly Puritan Re-enter SCENE Sebastian sense servant Shakespeare shrew Sir Andrew Sir Toby Belch Sir Toby's Sir Topas smile song soul speak Steevens story sweet syllable tell thee there's thou art thou hast Twelfth Night verb Viola weak stress woman word yellow stockings youth
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Pagina 35 - 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.
Pagina 36 - 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.
Pagina 34 - 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.
Pagina 27 - 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.
Pagina 1 - If music be the food of love, play on ; Give me excess of it ; that, surfeiting, The appetite may sicken, and so die.
Pagina 34 - 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.
Pagina 27 - tis not hereafter; Present mirth hath present laughter; What's to come is still unsure: In delay there lies no plenty; Then come kiss me, sweet and twenty, Youth's a stuff will not endure. 202 Sir And. A mellifluous voice, as I am true knight. Sir To. A contagious breath. Sir And. Very sweet and contagious, i
Pagina vi - That the argument of his comedy might have been of some other nature, as of a duke to be in love with a countess, and that countess to be in love with the duke's son, and the son to love the lady's waiting-maid : some such cross wooing, with a clown to their servingman, better than to be thus near, and familiarly allied to the time.
Pagina v - Inganni a good practise in it to make the steward beleeue his Lady widdowe was in Loue with him by counterfayting a letter, as from his Lady, in generall termes, telling him what shee liked best in him, and prescribing his gesture in smiling his apparaile, &c. And then when he came to practise making him beleeue they tooke him to be mad.
Pagina 126 - ... harmony, That sit upon the nine infolded spheres, And sing to those that hold the vital shears, And turn the adamantine spindle round, On which the fate of Gods and men is wound. Such sweet compulsion doth in music lie, To lull the daughters of Necessity, And keep unsteady Nature to her law, And the low world in measured motion draw After the heavenly tune, which none can hear Of human mould, with gross unpurged ear...