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MALVOLIO , Steward to Olivia , FABIAN , Servants to Olivia . CLOWN , S OLIVIA ,
a rich Countess . VIOLA , in love with the Duke . MARIA , Olivia ' s woman . Lords
, Priests , Sailors , Officers , Musicians , and other Attendants . SCENE - A City ...
MALVOLIO , Steward to Olivia , FABIAN , Servants to Olivia . CLOWN , S OLIVIA ,
a rich Countess . VIOLA , in love with the Duke . MARIA , Olivia ' s woman . Lords
, Priests , Sailors , Officers , Musicians , and other Attendants . SCENE - A City ...
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Enter OLIVIA , and MALVOLIO . Clown . Wit , and ' t be thy will , put me into good
fool . ? Full of impediments . ing ! Those wits , that think they have thee. 3 Short
and spare . VOL . I . 4 Italian , mistress , dame . 5 Fools ' OR , WHAT YOU WILL .
Enter OLIVIA , and MALVOLIO . Clown . Wit , and ' t be thy will , put me into good
fool . ? Full of impediments . ing ! Those wits , that think they have thee. 3 Short
and spare . VOL . I . 4 Italian , mistress , dame . 5 Fools ' OR , WHAT YOU WILL .
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Malvolio . Yes : and shall do , till the pangs of death shake him : Infirmity , that
decays the wise , doth ever make the better fool . Clown . Heaven send you , sir ,
a speedy infirmity , for the better increasing your folly ! sir Toby will be sworn , that
I ...
Malvolio . Yes : and shall do , till the pangs of death shake him : Infirmity , that
decays the wise , doth ever make the better fool . Clown . Heaven send you , sir ,
a speedy infirmity , for the better increasing your folly ! sir Toby will be sworn , that
I ...
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Maria . Sir Toby , madam , your kinsman . Olivia . Fetch him off , I pray you ; he
speaks nothing but madman : Fye on him ! ( Exit MARIA . 1 Go you , Malvolio ; if it
be a suit from the count , I am sick , or not at home ; what you will , to dismiss it .
Maria . Sir Toby , madam , your kinsman . Olivia . Fetch him off , I pray you ; he
speaks nothing but madman : Fye on him ! ( Exit MARIA . 1 Go you , Malvolio ; if it
be a suit from the count , I am sick , or not at home ; what you will , to dismiss it .
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Re - enter MALVOLIO . Malvolio . Madam , yond ' young fellow swears he will
speak with you . I told him you were sick ; he takes on him to understand so much
, and therefore comes to speak with you : I told him you were asleep ; he seems
to ...
Re - enter MALVOLIO . Malvolio . Madam , yond ' young fellow swears he will
speak with you . I told him you were sick ; he takes on him to understand so much
, and therefore comes to speak with you : I told him you were asleep ; he seems
to ...
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Page 219 - 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 60 - By moon-shine do the green-sour ringlets make, Whereof the ewe not bites ; and you, whose pastime Is to make midnight mushrooms ; that rejoice To hear the solemn curfew ; by whose aid (Weak masters though ye be...
Page 244 - 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 18 - em. Caliban. I must eat my dinner. This island's mine, by Sycorax my mother, Which thou tak'st from me. When thou earnest first, Thou strok'dst me and mad'st much of me, wouldst give me Water with berries in't, and teach me how To name the bigger light, and how the less, That burn by day and night : and then I lov'd thee, And show'd thee all the qualities o' th' isle, The fresh springs, brine-pits, barren place and fertile.
Page 70 - Gentle breath of yours my sails Must fill, or else my project fails, Which was to please. Now I want Spirits to enforce, art to enchant; And my ending is despair Unless I be reliev'd by prayer, Which pierces so that it assaults Mercy itself, and frees all faults. As you from crimes would pardon'd be, Let your indulgence set me free.
Page 46 - Be not afeard ; the isle is full of noises, Sounds and sweet airs, that give delight and hurt not. Sometimes a thousand twangling instruments Will hum about mine ears, and sometimes voices That, if I then had waked after long sleep, Will make me sleep again : and then, in dreaming, The clouds methought would open and show riches Ready to drop upon me, that, when I waked, I cried to dream again.
Page 306 - We must not make a scare-crow of the law, ' Setting it up to fear the birds of prey, And let it keep one shape, till custom make it Their perch, and not their terror.
Page 310 - Alas, alas ! Why, all the souls that were were forfeit once ; And He that might the vantage best have took Found out the remedy. How would you be, If He, which is the top of judgement, should But judge you as you are ? O, think on that ; And mercy then will breathe within your lips, Like man new made.
Page 296 - That to the observer doth thy history Fully unfold. Thyself and thy belongings Are not thine own so proper, as to waste Thyself upon thy virtues, they on thee. Heaven doth with us as we with torches do, Not light them for themselves ; for if our virtues Did not go forth of us, 'twere all alike As if we had them not. Spirits are not finely touch'd But to fine issues ; nor Nature never lends The smallest scruple of her excellence But, like a thrifty goddess, she determines Herself the glory of a creditor,...
Page 495 - More strange than true; I never may believe These antique fables, nor these fairy toys. Lovers and madmen have such seething brains, Such shaping fantasies, that apprehend More than cool reason ever comprehends. The lunatic, the lover and the poet Are of imagination all compact. One sees more devils than vast Hell can hold, That is, the madman. The lover, all as frantic, Sees Helen's beauty in a brow of Egypt.
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| Title | The family Shakespeare [expurgated by T. Bowdler]. in which those words are omitted which cannot with propriety be read aloud in a family, by T. Bowdler, Part 64, Volume 1 The family Shakespeare [expurgated by T. Bowdler]. in which those words are omitted which cannot with propriety be read aloud in a family, by T. Bowdler, William Shakespeare |
| Author | William Shakespeare |
| Editor | Thomas Bowdler |
| Published | 1853 |
| Original from | Oxford University |
| Digitized | 13 Sep 2007 |
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