The Plays of Shakespeare, Tập 3Doubleday & McClure Company, 1897 |
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Antigonus Apolonius AUTOLYCUS beauty began Bellaria better beyng Bohemia brother Camillo Capnio Cesario child CLEOMENES Clown daughter death Delphos desire Dorastus Duke Egistus Enter Exeunt Exit eyes FABIAN father Fawnia fear FLORIZEL fool fortune Franion gentleman give hand hath haue hear heard heart heavens Hermione honour Illyria Iulina king lady Lelia Leon Leontes look lord madam Malvolio MARIA married matter mind mistress never noble Olivia oracle Orsino Pandosto Paul Paulina Perdita play Polixenes poor Porrus pray prince queen Re-enter SCENE Sebastian servant Shakespeare Shep shepherd Sicilia Silla Siluio Sir Andrew Sir ANDREW AGUE-CHEEK Sir TOBY BELCH Sir Topas sorrow speak swear sweet tale tell thee there's thou art thou hast thought Twelfth Night tyme Viola vnto wife Winter's Tale young
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Trang 89 - When daffodils begin to peer, With heigh ! the doxy over the dale, Why, then comes in the sweet o' the year; For the red blood reigns in the winter's pale. The white sheet bleaching on the hedge, With heigh ! the sweet birds, O, how they sing!
Trang 77 - O fellow, come, the song we had last night :— Mark it, Cesario ; it is old and plain : The spinsters and the knitters in the sun, And the free maids, that weave their thread with bones, Do use to chaunt it ; it is silly sooth, And dallies with the innocence of love, Like the old age.
Trang 78 - 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.
Trang 101 - A wave o' th' sea, that you might ever do Nothing but that ; move still, still so, And own no other function : Each your doing, So singular in each particular, Crowns what you are doing in the present deeds, That all your acts are queens.
Trang 80 - We men may say more, swear more: but indeed Our shows are more than will; for still we prove Much in our vows, but little in our love.
Trang 115 - I was not much afeard ; for once or twice I was about to speak and tell him plainly, The selfsame sun that shines upon his court Hides not his visage from our cottage but Looks on alike.
Trang 7 - At our feast, wee had a play called Twelve Night, or What You Will. Much like the Comedy of Errors, or Menechmi in Plautus; but most like and neere to that in Italian called Inganni.
Trang 152 - Gainst knaves and thieves men shut their gate, For the rain it raineth every day. But when I came, alas ! to wive, With hey, ho, the wind and the rain, By swaggering could I never thrive, For the rain it raineth every day.