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Antonio Attendants AUTHORS bear beautiful blood bound bring brother Cesario cloth Clown comes Count dark dear desire devil dost doth drink Duke Edition Enter Enter Sir excellent Exeunt Exit eyes Fabian fair faith favor fear fellow fool fortune give hand hang hast hath hear heart hold hope hour I'll Illyria keep kind knight lady leave legs letter live look lord madam Malvolio MARIA Marry matter mean mind mistress nature never niece Olivia Orsino peace play pray present prithee Re-enter Reads reason SCENE Sebastian servant sing Sir Andrew Sir Toby Sir Topas smile song soul speak sweet tell thank thee there's thing thou art thought true Viola What's wise write youth
Page 30 - 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.
Page 31 - 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.
Page 40 - This fellow is wise enough to play the fool ; And to do that well craves a kind of wit : He must observe their mood on whom he jests, The quality of persons, and the time, And, like the haggard, check at every feather That comes before his eye. This is a practice As full of labour as a wise man's art : . , , For folly that he wisely shows is fit ; But wise men, folly-fall'n, quite taint their wit.
Page 75 - When that I was and a little tiny boy, With hey, ho, the wind and the rain; A foolish thing was but a toy, For the rain it raineth every day.
Page 32 - 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.
Page 19 - Tis beauty truly blent, whose red and white Nature's own sweet and cunning hand laid on : Lady, you are the cruell'st she alive, If you will lead these graces to the grave And leave the world no copy.
Page 25 - 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 5 - DUKE'S PALACE. Enter Duke, Curio, Lords; Musicians attending. Duke. IF musick 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 south, That breathes upon a bank of violets, Stealing, and giving odour.