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William Shakespeare Mr. Theobald (Lewis). TWELFTH - NIGHT : OR , WHAT YOU WILL . Ez Dramatis Perfonĉ . ORSINO , Duke of Illyria . Sebaftian.
William Shakespeare Mr. Theobald (Lewis). TWELFTH - NIGHT : OR , WHAT YOU WILL . Ez Dramatis Perfonĉ . ORSINO , Duke of Illyria . Sebaftian.
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... Illyria . Sebaftian , a young Gentleman , Brother to Viola . Antonio , a Sea captain , Friend to Sebastian . Valentine , Curio , } Gentlemen , attending Sir Toby Belch , Uncle to Olivia . 02 the Duke . Sir Andrew Ague - cheek , a ...
... Illyria . Sebaftian , a young Gentleman , Brother to Viola . Antonio , a Sea captain , Friend to Sebastian . Valentine , Curio , } Gentlemen , attending Sir Toby Belch , Uncle to Olivia . 02 the Duke . Sir Andrew Ague - cheek , a ...
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... Illyria , Lady . is this ? Vio . And what should I do in Illyria ? My brother he is in Elysium . 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 ...
... Illyria , Lady . is this ? Vio . And what should I do in Illyria ? My brother he is in Elysium . 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 ...
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... 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 say so ! he ...
... 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 say so ! he ...
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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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