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Page 81
... Illyria . Sebaftian , a young Gentleman , bro- ther to Viola . Antonia , a fea - captain , friend to Sebaftian . Valentine , Gentlemen attending Curio , on the Duke . Sir Toby Belch , uncle to Olivia . Sir Andrew Ague check . a foolish ...
... Illyria . Sebaftian , a young Gentleman , bro- ther to Viola . Antonia , a fea - captain , friend to Sebaftian . Valentine , Gentlemen attending Curio , on the Duke . Sir Toby Belch , uncle to Olivia . Sir Andrew Ague check . a foolish ...
Page 82
... Illyria , Lady . Vio . And what fhould I do in Illyria ? My brother he is in Elyfium .. Perchance he is not drown'd ; what think [ Exeunt you , failors ? Cap . It is perchance that you yourself were fav'd . Vio . O my poor brother ! fo ...
... Illyria , Lady . Vio . And what fhould I do in Illyria ? My brother he is in Elyfium .. Perchance he is not drown'd ; what think [ Exeunt you , failors ? Cap . It is perchance that you yourself were fav'd . Vio . O my poor brother ! fo ...
Page 84
... wooer . Sir To . Who , Sir Andrew Ague - cheek ? Mar. Ay , he . Sir To . He's as tall a man as any's in Illyria . Mar. What's that to th ' purpose ? Sir To . Sir To . Why , he has three thousand ducats 84 A & I . TWELFTH NIGHT ; OR ,
... wooer . Sir To . Who , Sir Andrew Ague - cheek ? Mar. Ay , he . Sir To . He's as tall a man as any's in Illyria . Mar. What's that to th ' purpose ? Sir To . Sir To . Why , he has three thousand ducats 84 A & I . TWELFTH NIGHT ; OR ,
Page 85
... Illyria . He's a coward , and a coyftril , that will not drink to my niece till his brains turn o ' th ' toe like a parish - top . What , wench ? Caftiliano volto * ; for here comes Sir Andrew Ague - cheek . SCENE IV . Enter Sir Andrew ...
... Illyria . He's a coward , and a coyftril , that will not drink to my niece till his brains turn o ' th ' toe like a parish - top . What , wench ? Caftiliano volto * ; for here comes Sir Andrew Ague - cheek . SCENE IV . Enter Sir Andrew ...
Page 87
... Illyria , whatfoever he be , under the degree of my betters ; and yet I will not compare 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 , whatfoever he be , under the degree of my betters ; and yet I will not compare 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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Page 324 - 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 248 - By bud of nobler race : this is an art Which does mend nature, change it rather, but The art itself is nature.
Page 324 - 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 330 - To gild refined gold, to paint the lily, To throw a perfume on the violet, To smooth the ice, or add another hue Unto the rainbow, or with taper-light To seek the beauteous eye of heaven to garnish, Is wasteful, and ridiculous excess.
Page 57 - 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.