Midsummer night's dream ; Merchant of Venice ; As you like it ; Taming of the shrew ; All's well that ends well ; Twelfth-night ; Winter's taleJacob Tonson, within Grays-Inn Gate, next Grays-Inn Lane, 1709 |
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Side 820
... Malvolio , a fantastical Steward to Olivia . Clown , Servant to Olivia . Olivia , a Lady of great Beauty and Fortune , be- lov'd by the Duke . Viola , in love with the Duke . Maria , Confident to Olivia . Prieft , Sailors , Officers ...
... Malvolio , a fantastical Steward to Olivia . Clown , Servant to Olivia . Olivia , a Lady of great Beauty and Fortune , be- lov'd by the Duke . Viola , in love with the Duke . Maria , Confident to Olivia . Prieft , Sailors , Officers ...
Side 829
... Malvolio . Clo . Wit , and't be thy will , put me into good Fooling ; thofe Wits that think they have thee , do very oft prove Fools ; and I that am fure I lack thee , may pals for a wife Man . For what fays Quinapalus , Better a witty ...
... Malvolio . Clo . Wit , and't be thy will , put me into good Fooling ; thofe Wits that think they have thee , do very oft prove Fools ; and I that am fure I lack thee , may pals for a wife Man . For what fays Quinapalus , Better a witty ...
Side 830
... Malvolio , doth he not mend ? Mal . Yes , and fhall do , ' till the Pangs of Death shake him . Infirmity , that decays the Wife , doth ever make the better Fool . Clo . God fend you , Sir , a fpeedy Infirmity , for the better increafing ...
... Malvolio , doth he not mend ? Mal . Yes , and fhall do , ' till the Pangs of Death shake him . Infirmity , that decays the Wife , doth ever make the better Fool . Clo . God fend you , Sir , a fpeedy Infirmity , for the better increafing ...
Side 831
... Malvolio ; if it be a Suit from the Count , I am fick , or not at home . What you will to difmifs it . [ Exit Malvolio . Now fee , Sir , how your fooling grows old , and People dif like it . Clo . Thou haft fpoke for us , Madona , as if ...
... Malvolio ; if it be a Suit from the Count , I am fick , or not at home . What you will to difmifs it . [ Exit Malvolio . Now fee , Sir , how your fooling grows old , and People dif like it . Clo . Thou haft fpoke for us , Madona , as if ...
Side 832
... Malvolio . Mal . Madam , yond young Fellow fwears he will fpeak with you . I told him you were fick , he takes on him to understand fo much , and therefore comes to speak with you . I told him you were afleep , he feems to have a Fore ...
... Malvolio . Mal . Madam , yond young Fellow fwears he will fpeak with you . I told him you were fick , he takes on him to understand fo much , and therefore comes to speak with you . I told him you were afleep , he feems to have a Fore ...
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Side 616 - Tis but an hour ago since it was nine, And after one hour more 'twill be eleven. And so from hour to hour we ripe and ripe, And then from hour to hour we rot and rot; And thereby hangs a tale.
Side 514 - Now the wasted brands do glow, Whilst the screech-owl, screeching loud, Puts the wretch, that lies in woe, In remembrance of a shroud. Now it is the time of night, That the graves, all gaping wide, Every one lets forth his sprite, In the church-way paths to glide.
Side 528 - I hate him for he is a Christian ; But more for that in low simplicity He lends out money gratis, and brings down The rate of usance here with us in Venice. If I can catch him once upon the hip, I will feed fat the ancient grudge I bear him.
Side 619 - Made to his mistress' eyebrow. Then a soldier Full of strange oaths, and bearded like the pard, Jealous in honour, sudden and quick in quarrel, Seeking the bubble reputation Even in the cannon's mouth. And then the justice, In fair round belly with good capon...
Side 908 - 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.
Side 474 - That very time I saw (but thou could'st not), Flying between the cold moon and the earth, Cupid all arm'd : a certain aim he took At a fair vestal throned by the west, And...
Side 819 - But let concealment, like a worm i' the bud, Feed on her damask cheek: she pin'd in thought, And with a green and yellow melancholy, She sat like Patience on a monument, Smiling at grief. Was not this love indeed?
Side 778 - 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.
Side 559 - I first imparted my love to you, I freely told you all the wealth I had ran in my veins; but I should have told you that I had less than nothing, being in debt.
Side 530 - About my moneys, and my usances : Still have I borne it with a patient shrug ; For sufferance is the badge of all our tribe : You call me misbeliever, cut-throat dog, And spit upon my Jewish gaberdine, And all for use of that which is mine own. Well then, it now appears you need my help : Go to, then : you come to me, and you say, Shylock) we would have moneys...