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Page 13
... muft catechize you for it , Madona ; good my mouse of virtue , anfwer me . Oli . Well , Sir , for want of other idleness , I'll bide your proof . Clo . Good Madona , why mourn'st thou ? Oli . Good fool , for my brother's death . Clo . I ...
... muft catechize you for it , Madona ; good my mouse of virtue , anfwer me . Oli . Well , Sir , for want of other idleness , I'll bide your proof . Clo . Good Madona , why mourn'st thou ? Oli . Good fool , for my brother's death . Clo . I ...
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... muft untangle this , not I ; It is too hard a knot for me t'unty . SCENE HI . Changes to Olivia's House , Enter Sir Toby , and Sir Andrew . [ Exit . Sir To . Approach , Sir Andrew : not to be a - bed We fay a man lofes his company ...
... muft untangle this , not I ; It is too hard a knot for me t'unty . SCENE HI . Changes to Olivia's House , Enter Sir Toby , and Sir Andrew . [ Exit . Sir To . Approach , Sir Andrew : not to be a - bed We fay a man lofes his company ...
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... muft fhe not then be anfwer'd ? Duke . There is no woman's fides Can bide the beating of fo ftrong a passion , As love doth give my heart : no woman's heart So big to hold fo much ; they lack retention . Alas , their love may be call'd ...
... muft fhe not then be anfwer'd ? Duke . There is no woman's fides Can bide the beating of fo ftrong a passion , As love doth give my heart : no woman's heart So big to hold fo much ; they lack retention . Alas , their love may be call'd ...
Page 74
... muft allow vox * . * Perhaps we should read , " you must allow for't , " i . e . you must make the proper allowances for the con- dition he is in . Revifal . Oli . Pr'ythee read it i ' thy right wits 74 TWELFTH - NIGHT : or , A & V.
... muft allow vox * . * Perhaps we should read , " you must allow for't , " i . e . you must make the proper allowances for the con- dition he is in . Revifal . Oli . Pr'ythee read it i ' thy right wits 74 TWELFTH - NIGHT : or , A & V.
Page 87
... muft I ? you have not the book of riddles about you , have you ? Simp . Book of riddles ! why , did you not lend it to Alice Shortcake upon Allhallowmas laft , a fort- night afore Michaelmas ? Shal . Come , coz ; come coz ; we ftay for ...
... muft I ? you have not the book of riddles about you , have you ? Simp . Book of riddles ! why , did you not lend it to Alice Shortcake upon Allhallowmas laft , a fort- night afore Michaelmas ? Shal . Come , coz ; come coz ; we ftay for ...
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Page 29 - 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. Was not this love indeed? We...
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Page 3 - 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.