Chamber's household edition of the dramatic works of William Shakespeare, ed. by R. Carruthers and W. Chambers, Part 28, Volume 3 |
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Page 16
... sings by kind . Count . Get you gone , sir ; I'll talk with you more anon . Stew . May it please you , madam , that ... Singing . song , sirrah . Count . What , one good 16 [ ACT I. ALL'S WELL . THAT ENDS WELL .
... sings by kind . Count . Get you gone , sir ; I'll talk with you more anon . Stew . May it please you , madam , that ... Singing . song , sirrah . Count . What , one good 16 [ ACT I. ALL'S WELL . THAT ENDS WELL .
Page 47
... sing ; ask questions , and sing ; pick his teeth , and sing : I know a man that had this trick of melancholy sold a goodly manor for a song . Count . Let me see what he writes , and when he means to come . [ Opening a letter . Clo . I ...
... sing ; ask questions , and sing ; pick his teeth , and sing : I know a man that had this trick of melancholy sold a goodly manor for a song . Count . Let me see what he writes , and when he means to come . [ Opening a letter . Clo . I ...
Page 50
... upon the violent speed of fire , Fly with false aim ; move the still - peering air , That sings with piercing , 3 do not touch my lord ! Whoever shoots at him , I set him there ; 50 [ ACT III . 59 ALL'S WELL THAT ENDS WELL .
... upon the violent speed of fire , Fly with false aim ; move the still - peering air , That sings with piercing , 3 do not touch my lord ! Whoever shoots at him , I set him there ; 50 [ ACT III . 59 ALL'S WELL THAT ENDS WELL .
Page 68
... sing happiness to him . I will tell you a thing , but you shall let it dwell darkly with you . First Lord . When you have spoken it , ' tis dead , and I am the grave of it . Second Lord . He hath perverted a young gentlewoman here in ...
... sing happiness to him . I will tell you a thing , but you shall let it dwell darkly with you . First Lord . When you have spoken it , ' tis dead , and I am the grave of it . Second Lord . He hath perverted a young gentlewoman here in ...
Page 69
... sings in heaven . Second Lord . How is this justified ? First Lord . The stronger part of it by her own letters ; which makes her story true , even to the point of her death : her death itself , which could not be her office to say is ...
... sings in heaven . Second Lord . How is this justified ? First Lord . The stronger part of it by her own letters ; which makes her story true , even to the point of her death : her death itself , which could not be her office to say is ...
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Armado BERTRAM Biron Boyet Clown Cost COSTARD Count Countess dear Demetrius doth Duke Dumain Egeus Enter Exeunt Exit eyes fair fairy faith favour folio fool friends gentle gentleman give grace hand hath hear heart heaven Helena Hermia Hippolyta honour Illyria Kath King knave lady LAFEU letter lion Longaville look love's Love's Labour's Lost lovers Lysander madam maid Malvolio MARIA marry master mistress Monsieur moon Moth never night oath Oberon old copies Olivia Parolles PHILOSTRATE play Pompey praise pray princess Puck Pyramus Quin Re-enter Rosaline Rousillon SCENE Second Lord Shakespeare shew sing Sir Andrew Sir Toby SIR TOBY BELCH speak swear sweet tell thee There's Theseus thine things Thisby thou art thou hast Tita Titania tongue true Twelfth Night VIOLA word youth
Popular passages
Page 70 - 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 91 - When all aloud the wind doth blow, And coughing drowns the parson's saw, And birds sit brooding in the snow, And Marian's nose looks red and raw, When roasted crabs hiss in the bowl, Then nightly sings the staring owl, Tu-whit; Tu-who, a merry note, While greasy Joan doth keel the pot.
Page 29 - 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.
Page 13 - Making it momentary as a sound, Swift as a shadow, short as any dream ; Brief as the lightning in the collied night, That, in a spleen, unfolds both heaven and earth. And ere a man hath power to say, — Behold ! The jaws of darkness do devour it up : So quick bright things come to confusion.
Page 24 - Since once I sat upon a promontory, And heard a mermaid on a dolphin's back Uttering such dulcet and harmonious breath That the rude sea grew civil at her song And certain stars shot madly from their spheres To hear the sea-maid's music.
Page 7 - 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.
Page 36 - A blank, my lord : She never told her love, But let concealment, like a worm i...
Page 35 - 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. Not a flower, not a flower sweet, • On my black coffin let there be strown ; Not a friend, not a friend greet My poor corpse, where my bones shall be thrown : A thousand thousand sighs to save, Lay me, O ! where Sad true lover never find my grave, To weep there.