The works of Shakespear, with a glossary, pr. from the Oxford ed. in quarto, 1744 [by Sir T.Hanmer]., Volume 3 |
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Page 228
... Sir TOBY BELCH , Uncle to Olivia . Sir ANDREW AGUE - CHEEK , a foolish Knight , pretenda ing to Olivia . A Sea - captain , Friend to Viola : FABIAN , Servant to Olivia . MALVOLIO , a fantastical Steward to Olivia . Clown , Servant to ...
... Sir TOBY BELCH , Uncle to Olivia . Sir ANDREW AGUE - CHEEK , a foolish Knight , pretenda ing to Olivia . A Sea - captain , Friend to Viola : FABIAN , Servant to Olivia . MALVOLIO , a fantastical Steward to Olivia . Clown , Servant to ...
Page 232
... Sir Toby , and Maria . [ Exeunt . Sir To . What a plague means my niece to take the death of her brother thus ? I am fure care's an enemy to life . Mar. By my troth , Sir Toby , you must come in earlier a - nights ; your niece , my Lady ...
... Sir Toby , and Maria . [ Exeunt . Sir To . What a plague means my niece to take the death of her brother thus ? I am fure care's an enemy to life . Mar. By my troth , Sir Toby , you must come in earlier a - nights ; your niece , my Lady ...
Page 233
... Sir To . By this hand , they are fcoundrels and fubftrać- tors that fay fo of him . Who are they ? Mar. They that ... Toby Belch ! how now , Sir Toby Belch ? Sir To . Sweet Sir Andrew !!!! Sir And . Blefs you , fair Shrew . Mar ...
... Sir To . By this hand , they are fcoundrels and fubftrać- tors that fay fo of him . Who are they ? Mar. They that ... Toby Belch ! how now , Sir Toby Belch ? Sir To . Sweet Sir Andrew !!!! Sir And . Blefs you , fair Shrew . Mar ...
Page 234
William Shakespeare sir Thomas Hanmer (4th bart). I ' Sir And . If you part so , mistress , I would I might never ... Toby . Sir To . Pourquoy , my dear Knight ? Sir And . What is pourquoy ? do , or not do ? I would I had beftowed ...
William Shakespeare sir Thomas Hanmer (4th bart). I ' Sir And . If you part so , mistress , I would I might never ... Toby . Sir To . Pourquoy , my dear Knight ? Sir And . What is pourquoy ? do , or not do ? I would I had beftowed ...
Page 237
... Sir Toby would leave drinking , thou wert as witty a piece of Eve's flesh as any in Illyria . Mar. Peace , you rogue , no more o'that : here comes my Lady ; make your excufe wifely you were beft . [ Exit . SCENE VII . Enter Olivia and ...
... Sir Toby would leave drinking , thou wert as witty a piece of Eve's flesh as any in Illyria . Mar. Peace , you rogue , no more o'that : here comes my Lady ; make your excufe wifely you were beft . [ Exit . SCENE VII . Enter Olivia and ...
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Page 145 - Thy husband is thy lord, thy life, thy keeper, Thy head, thy sovereign; one that cares for thee, And for thy maintenance: commits his body To painful labour, both by sea and land...
Page 30 - I must have liberty Withal, as large a charter as the wind, To blow on whom I please...
Page 201 - 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 53 - ... it is a melancholy of mine own, compounded of many simples, extracted from many objects, and indeed the sundry contemplation of my travels, in which my often rumination wraps me in a most humorous sadness.
Page 55 - But these are all lies : men have died from time to time and worms have eaten them, but not for love.
Page 223 - If she, my liege, can make me know this clearly, I'll love her dearly ; ever, ever dearly.
Page 29 - No, sir, quoth he, Call me not fool, till heaven hath sent me fortune : And then he drew a dial from his poke ; And looking on it with lack-lustre eye, Says, very wisely, It is ten o'clock : Thus we may see...