The Vale Shakespeare, Volum 6Hacon & Ricketts, 1901 |
Frases i termes més freqüents
Accost ANTONIO Art thou bear-baiting blood brother CAPTAIN Cesario CLOWN comes Count Orsino's cross-gartered Curio dear devil dost thou doth drink Enter Maria Enter Olivia Enter Sebastian Enter Sir Andrew Enter Sir Toby excellent Exeunt Sir Toby Exit eyes FABIAN fair faith favour fellow fool fortunes galliard gentleman give hand hang hath heart heavens hither hold honour hurt Illyria Jove knave knight know'st lady's legs letter lord madam madonna MALVOLIO Marry master Parson matter Messaline mistress never niece Olivia's garden Olivia's house Orsino's peace pray prithee Pythagoras rain it raineth Re-enter Maria rogue SCENE servant sing Sir Andrew Aguecheek Sir Toby Belch SIR TOBY.(Reads Sir Topas smile soul speak swear sweet tell there's thine thou art thou hast thou shalt thyself troth TWELFTH NIGHT twill valour VIOLA What's word yellow stockings YORK PUBLIC LIBRARY youth
Passatges populars
Pàgina v - 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.
Pàgina xxxv - 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.
Pàgina xxxiv - The spinsters and the knitters in the sun, And the free maids that weave their thread with bones, Do use to chant it ; it is silly sooth, And dallies with the innocence of love, Like the old age.
Pàgina xxxvii - A blank, my lord. She never told her love, But let concealment, like a worm i' the bud, Feed on her damask cheek: she pined in thought; And, with a green and yellow melancholy, She sat like patience on a monument, Smiling at grief.
Pàgina xxiii - Halloo your name to the reverberate hills And make the babbling gossip of the air Cry out ' Olivia ! ' O, you should not rest Between the elements of air and earth, But you should pity me ! Oli. You might do much.
Pàgina xxviii - 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, 40 Every wise man's son doth know.
Pàgina xxxiv - Too old, by heaven : let still the woman take An elder than herself : so wears she to him, So sways she level in her husband's heart : For, boy, however we do praise ourselves, Our fancies are more giddy and unfirm, More longing, wavering, sooner lost and worn, Than women's are.
Pàgina xlviii - O, what a deal of scorn looks beautiful In the contempt and anger of his lip ! A murd'rous guilt shows not itself more soon Than love that would seem hid : love's night is noon.