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William Shakespeare. TWELFTH - NIGHT : O R , WHAT YOU WILL . Dramatis Perfonæ . ORSINO , Duke of Illyria . Sebaftian Ex.
William Shakespeare. TWELFTH - NIGHT : O R , WHAT YOU WILL . Dramatis Perfonæ . ORSINO , Duke of Illyria . Sebaftian Ex.
Side 100
... 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 - NIGHT : O R , 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 - NIGHT : O R , WHAT YOU WILL Dramatis Perfonæ. ...
Side 103
... Illyria , Lady . -Vio . And what should I do in Illyria ? My brother he is in Elyftum . Perchance , he is not drown'd : what think you , failors ? Cap . It is perchance that you yourself were fav'd . Vio . O my poor brother ! fo ...
... Illyria , Lady . -Vio . And what should I do in Illyria ? My brother he is in Elyftum . Perchance , he is not drown'd : what think you , failors ? Cap . It is perchance that you yourself were fav'd . Vio . O my poor brother ! fo ...
Side 105
... Illyria . Mar. What's that to th ' purpose ? Sir To . Why , he has three thousand ducats a year . Mar. Ay , but he'll have but a year in all these 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 ' purpose ? Sir To . Why , he has three thousand ducats a year . Mar. Ay , but he'll have but a year in all these 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 com- pare with an old man . 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 com- pare with an old man . 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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Side 246 - Skulking in corners ? wishing clocks more swift ? Hours, minutes ? noon, midnight ? and all eyes blind With the pin and web,' but theirs, theirs only, That would unseen be wicked ? is this nothing ? Why, then the world, and all that's in't, is nothing; The covering sky is nothing ; Bohemia nothing; My wife is nothing; nor nothing have these nothings, If this be nothing.
Side 376 - 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.
Side 133 - 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.
Side 407 - This England never did, (nor never shall,) Lie at the proud foot of a conqueror, But when it first did help to wound itself. Now these her princes are come home again, Come the three corners of the world in arms, And we shall shock them : Nought shall make us rue, If England to itself do rest but true.
Side 97 - 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.