The Plays of William Shakespeare: Accurately Printed from the Text of the Corrected Copy Left by the Late George Steevens, Esq. ; with Glossarial Notes, Volume 1 |
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Curio , Sir Toby Belch , uncle of Olivia . Sir Andrew Ague - cheek . Malvolio , steward to Olivia . Fabian , Servants to Olivia . Clown , } } Olivia , a rich Countess , Viola , in love with the Duke . Maria , Olivia's woman .
Curio , Sir Toby Belch , uncle of Olivia . Sir Andrew Ague - cheek . Malvolio , steward to Olivia . Fabian , Servants to Olivia . Clown , } } Olivia , a rich Countess , Viola , in love with the Duke . Maria , Olivia's woman .
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Enter Sir Toby Belch , and MARIA . Sir To . What a plague means my niece , to take the death of her brother thus ? I am sure , care's an ene7 iny to life . Mar. By troth , sir Toby , you must come in earlier o'nights ; your cousin ...
Enter Sir Toby Belch , and MARIA . Sir To . What a plague means my niece , to take the death of her brother thus ? I am sure , care's an ene7 iny to life . Mar. By troth , sir Toby , you must come in earlier o'nights ; your cousin ...
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Castiliano vulgo ; for here comes Sir Andrew Agueface . Enter Sir ANDREW AGUE - CHEEK . Sir And . Sir Toby Belch ! how now , Sir Toby Belch ? Sir To . Sweet sir Andrew ' ! Sir And . Bless you , fair shrew . Mar. And you too , sir .
Castiliano vulgo ; for here comes Sir Andrew Agueface . Enter Sir ANDREW AGUE - CHEEK . Sir And . Sir Toby Belch ! how now , Sir Toby Belch ? Sir To . Sweet sir Andrew ' ! Sir And . Bless you , fair shrew . Mar. And you too , sir .
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Sir And . Why , I think so ; I am not such an ass , but I can keep my hand dry . But what's your jest ? Mar. ... Sir To . No question . Sir And . An I thought that , I'd forswear it . I'll tide home to - morrow , sir Toby . Sir To .
Sir And . Why , I think so ; I am not such an ass , but I can keep my hand dry . But what's your jest ? Mar. ... Sir To . No question . Sir And . An I thought that , I'd forswear it . I'll tide home to - morrow , sir Toby . Sir To .
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Well , go thy way ; if sir Toby would leave drinking , thou wert as witty a piece of Eve's flesh as any in Illyria . Mar. Peace , you nogue , no more o ' that ; here comes my lady : make your excuse wisely , you were best . [ Exit .
Well , go thy way ; if sir Toby would leave drinking , thou wert as witty a piece of Eve's flesh as any in Illyria . Mar. Peace , you nogue , no more o ' that ; here comes my lady : make your excuse wisely , you were best . [ Exit .
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Page xii - I loved the man, and do honour his memory, on this side idolatry, as much as any. He was (indeed) honest, and of an open and free nature; had an excellent phantasy, brave notions, and gentle expressions...
Page xvi - All the world's a stage, And all the men and women merely players : They have their exits and their entrances ; And one man in his time plays many parts, His acts being seven ages. At first the infant, Mewling and puking in the nurse's arms. And then the whining school-boy, with his satchel And shining morning face, creeping like snail Unwillingly to school. And then the lover, Sighing like furnace, with a woeful ballad Made to his mistress
Page 75 - Where the bee sucks, there suck I; In a cowslip's bell I lie : There I couch when owls do cry. On the bat's back I do fly, After summer, merrily : Merrily, merrily, shall I live now, Under the blossom that hangs on the bough.
Page xci - He was the man who of all modern, and perhaps ancient poets, had the largest and most comprehensive soul. All the images of nature were still present to him, and he drew them not laboriously, but luckily: when he describes anything, you more than see it, you feel it too.
Page 32 - I' the commonwealth I would by contraries Execute all things ; for no kind of traffic Would I admit ; no name of magistrate ; Letters should not be known : riches, poverty, And use of service, none ; contract, succession, Bourn, bound of land, tilth, vineyard, none : No use of metal, corn, or wine, or oil : No occupation ; all men idle, all ; And women too ; but innocent and pure : No sovereignty : — Seb.
Page xii - His wit was in his own power ; would the rule of it had been so too ! Many times he fell into those things could not escape laughter, as when he said in the person of Caesar, one speaking to him,
Page 146 - Who is Silvia ? what is she, That all our swains commend her? Holy, fair, and wise is she, The heaven such grace did lend her, That she might admired be. Is she kind as she is fair? For beauty lives with kindness: Love doth to her eyes repair, To help him of his blindness ; And, being help'd, inhabits there. Then to Silvia let us sing, That Silvia is excelling; She excels each mortal thing, Upon the dull earth dwelling: To her let us garlands bring.
Page xvii - With eyes severe, and beard of formal cut, Full of wise saws and modern instances ; And so he plays his part. The sixth age shifts Into the lean and...
Page xci - I cannot say he is everywhere alike; were he so, I should do him injury to compare him with the greatest of mankind. He is many times flat, insipid ; his comic wit degenerating into clenches, his serious swelling into bombast. But he is always great when some great occasion is presented to him; no man can say he ever had a fit subject for his wit, and did not then raise himself as high above the rest of poets " Quantum lenta solent inter viburna cupressi.* The consideration of this made Mr.
Page 308 - O mistress mine, where are you roaming? O stay and hear; your true love's coming, That can sing both high and low. Trip no further, pretty sweeting; Journeys end in lovers meeting, Every wise man's son doth know.
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| Title | The Plays of William Shakespeare: Accurately Printed from the Text of the Corrected Copy Left by the Late George Steevens, Esq. ; with Glossarial Notes, Volume 1 The Plays of William Shakespeare: Accurately Printed from the Text of the Corrected Copy Left by the Late George Steevens, Esq. ; with Glossarial Notes, William Shakespeare |
| Author | William Shakespeare |
| Publisher | J. Johnson, 1803 |
| Original from | the New York Public Library |
| Digitized | 28 Dec 2006 |
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