The Works of Shakespeare: In Eight Volumes. Collated with the Oldest Copies, and Corrected: with Notes, Explanatory and Critical:, Part 10, Volume 3H. Lintott, 1740 |
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Page 100
... Malvolio , a fantastical Steward to Olivia . Clown , Servant to Olivia . Olivia , a Lady of great Beauty and Fortune , below'd by the Duke . Viola , in love with the Duke . Maria , Olivia's Woman . Priest , Sailors , Officers , and ...
... Malvolio , a fantastical Steward to Olivia . Clown , Servant to Olivia . Olivia , a Lady of great Beauty and Fortune , below'd by the Duke . Viola , in love with the Duke . Maria , Olivia's Woman . Priest , Sailors , Officers , and ...
Page 111
... Malvolio . [ Exit . Clo . Wit , and't be thy will , put me into a good fool- ing ! those wits , that think they have thee , do very oft prove fools ; and I , that am sure I lack thee , may pass for a wife man . For what says Quinapalus ...
... Malvolio . [ Exit . Clo . Wit , and't be thy will , put me into a good fool- ing ! those wits , that think they have thee , do very oft prove fools ; and I , that am sure I lack thee , may pass for a wife man . For what says Quinapalus ...
Page 112
... Malvolio , doth he not mend ? Mal . Yes , and shall do , ' till the pangs of death shake him . Infirmity , that decays the wife , doth ever make better the fool . Clo . God send you , Sir , a speedy infirmity , for the better increasing ...
... Malvolio , doth he not mend ? Mal . Yes , and shall do , ' till the pangs of death shake him . Infirmity , that decays the wife , doth ever make better the fool . Clo . God send you , Sir , a speedy infirmity , for the better increasing ...
Page 113
... Malvolio ; if it be a fuit from the Count , I am fick , or not at home : : What you will , to dismiss it . ( Exit Malvolio . ] Now you fee , Sir , how your fooling grows old , and people dif- like it . Clo . Thou hast spoke for us ...
... Malvolio ; if it be a fuit from the Count , I am fick , or not at home : : What you will , to dismiss it . ( Exit Malvolio . ] Now you fee , Sir , how your fooling grows old , and people dif- like it . Clo . Thou hast spoke for us ...
Page 114
... Malvolio . Mal . Madam , yond young Fellow swears he will speak with you . I told him , you were fick ; he takes on him to understand so much , and therefore comes to speak with you . I told him , you were asleep ; he seems to have a ...
... Malvolio . Mal . Madam , yond young Fellow swears he will speak with you . I told him , you were fick ; he takes on him to understand so much , and therefore comes to speak with you . I told him , you were asleep ; he seems to have a ...
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Page 68 - The web of our life is of a mingled yarn, good and ill together: our virtues would be proud if our faults whipped them not; and our crimes would despair if they were not cherished by our virtues.
Page 135 - 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.
Page 382 - 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.
Page 293 - But nature makes that mean; so over that art, Which you say adds to nature, is an art That nature makes. You see, sweet maid, we marry A gentler scion to the wildest stock, And make conceive a bark of baser kind By bud of nobler race. This is an art Which does mend nature — change it rather; but The art itself is nature.
Page 382 - There's nothing in this world can make me joy : Life is as tedious as a twice-told tale, Vexing the dull ear of a drowsy man ; And bitter shame hath spoil'd the sweet world's taste, That it yields nought but shame and bitterness.
Page 281 - I would, there were no age between ten and three-and-twenty ; or that youth would sleep out the rest: for there is nothing in the between but getting wenches with child, wronging the ancientry, stealing, fighting.
Page 99 - 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.
Page 417 - 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.