Shakespeare's Twelfth Night: Or, What You WillGinn, 1908 - Всего страниц: 151 |
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Antonio bear-baiting beauty better called Cesario character Clown Collier's second folio comes coranto dear delight Devil doth Duke Dyce English literature Enter Sir TOBY Exeunt Exit eyes FABIAN fellow folly Fool galliard gentleman give hand hath heart hold humour Illyria intellectual is't Julius Cæsar keep knave knight lady language live lord madam madonna Malvolio MARIA matter meaning mind mistress nature never niece old text Olivia original Orsino passion peace play Poet Poet's pr'ythee pray pupils rapier Re-enter SCENE Sebastian seems sense Shakespeare Sings Sir ANDREW AGUECHEEK Sir TOBY BELCH Sir Topas smile soul speak speech sweet taste tell thee there's thing third folio thou art thought tongue true Twelfth Night Viola virtue word yellow stockings youth
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Стр. 30 - 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 ! Enough ; no more : 'Tis not so sweet now as it was before.
Стр. 24 - Their whole mental force is spent on the words themselves ; or, if they go beyond these to the things signified, it is to help their understanding of the words. I freely admit that language, even our own, ought to be, to some extent, an object of study ; but only to the end of perfecting our use and mastery of it as a medium. So that the true end of mental action is missed, where language is advanced into an ultimate object of study ; which is practically making the end subordinate to the means....
Стр. 70 - 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.
Стр. 138 - For the rain it raineth every day. A great while ago the world begun, With hey, ho, the wind and the rain, But that's all one, our play is done, And we'll strive to please you every day.
Стр. 70 - 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...
Стр. 3 - At our feast we had a play called ' Twelfth Night or What you Will, much like the Comedy of Errors or Menechmi in Plautus, but most like and near to that in Italian called Inganni.
Стр. 139 - DUKE'S PALACE. [Enter DUKE, CURIO, LORDS; MUSICIANS attending.] DUKE. 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 south, That breathes upon a bank of violets, Stealing and giving odour.— Enough; no more; 'Tis not so sweet now as it was before.
Стр. 61 - 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.
Стр. 53 - Holla 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.
Стр. 15 - Dreams, books, are each a world ; and books, we know, Are a substantial world, both pure and good : Round these, with tendrils strong as flesh and blood, Our pastime and our happiness will grow.