The Works of William Shakespeare, Volume 3E. Moxon, 1857 |
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... follows her . What should I think on't ? Sir To . Here's an overweening rogue ! Fab . O , peace ! Contemplation makes a rare turkey - cock of him how he jets under his advanced plumes ! Sir And . ' Slight , I could so beat the rogue ...
... follows her . What should I think on't ? Sir To . Here's an overweening rogue ! Fab . O , peace ! Contemplation makes a rare turkey - cock of him how he jets under his advanced plumes ! Sir And . ' Slight , I could so beat the rogue ...
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... follows ? the numbers altered ! - " No man must know : " - if this should be thee , Malvolio ? Sir To . Marry , hang thee , brock ! Mal ... follow , but O does . VOL . III . D Fab . And O shall end , I hope . SCENE V. ] 33 WHAT YOU WILL .
... follows ? the numbers altered ! - " No man must know : " - if this should be thee , Malvolio ? Sir To . Marry , hang thee , brock ! Mal ... follow , but O does . VOL . III . D Fab . And O shall end , I hope . SCENE V. ] 33 WHAT YOU WILL .
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... follows prose . - [ Reads . ] " If this fall into thy hand , revolve . In my stars I am above thee ; but be not afraid of greatness : some are born ( 24 ) great , some achieve greatness , and some have greatness thrust upon ' em . Thy ...
... follows prose . - [ Reads . ] " If this fall into thy hand , revolve . In my stars I am above thee ; but be not afraid of greatness : some are born ( 24 ) great , some achieve greatness , and some have greatness thrust upon ' em . Thy ...
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... follow me . Sir To . To the gates of Tartar , ( 26 ) thou most excellent devil of wit ! Sir And . I'll make one too . [ Exeunt . ACT III . SCENE 1. OLIVIA's garden . Enter VIOLA , and Clown with a tabor . Vio . Save thee , friend , and ...
... follow me . Sir To . To the gates of Tartar , ( 26 ) thou most excellent devil of wit ! Sir And . I'll make one too . [ Exeunt . ACT III . SCENE 1. OLIVIA's garden . Enter VIOLA , and Clown with a tabor . Vio . Save thee , friend , and ...
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... follow me . Yond gull Malvolio is turned hea- then , a very renegado ; for there is no Christian , that means to be saved by believing rightly , can ever believe such impos- sible passages of grossness . He's in yellow stockings . Sir ...
... follow me . Yond gull Malvolio is turned hea- then , a very renegado ; for there is no Christian , that means to be saved by believing rightly , can ever believe such impos- sible passages of grossness . He's in yellow stockings . Sir ...
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Page 28 - 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 chant it: it is silly sooth, And dallies with the innocence of love. Like the old age.: CLO.
Page 435 - tis no matter; Honour pricks me on. Yea, but how if honour prick me off when I come on ? how then ? Can honour set to a leg? No. Or an arm? No. Or take away the grief of a wound ? No. Honour hath no skill in surgery then ? No. What is honour? A word. What is in that word, honour? What is that honour? Air. A trim reckoning ! — Who hath it? He that died o
Page 557 - Whose high upreared and abutting fronts The perilous, narrow ocean parts asunder. Piece out our imperfections with your thoughts ; Into a thousand parts divide one man, And make imaginary puissance : Think, when we talk of horses, that you see them Printing their proud hoofs i...
Page 496 - With deafning clamours in the slippery clouds, That, with the hurly, death itself awakes ? Canst thou, O partial sleep! give thy repose To the wet sea-boy in an hour so rude ; And, in the calmest and most stillest night, With all appliances and means to boot, Deny it to a king ? Then, happy low, lie down ! Uneasy lies the head that wears a crown.
Page 28 - 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.
Page 3 - 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.