The Works of William Shakespeare: As you like it. The taming of the shrew. All's well that ends well. Twelfth night. The winter's taleWhittaker & Company, 1842 |
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... Malvolio : — " He does smile his face into more lines than are in the new map , with the augmenta- tion of the Indies . " When Malone prepared his " Chronological Order " he had " not been able to learn the date of the map here alluded ...
... Malvolio : — " He does smile his face into more lines than are in the new map , with the augmenta- tion of the Indies . " When Malone prepared his " Chronological Order " he had " not been able to learn the date of the map here alluded ...
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... MALVOLIO , Steward to Olivia . FABIAN , } Clown , Servants to Olivia . OLIVIA , a rich Countess . VIOLA , in love with the Duke . MARIA , Olivia's Woman . Lords , Priests , Sailors , Officers , Musicians , and other Attendants . SCENE ...
... MALVOLIO , Steward to Olivia . FABIAN , } Clown , Servants to Olivia . OLIVIA , a rich Countess . VIOLA , in love with the Duke . MARIA , Olivia's Woman . Lords , Priests , Sailors , Officers , Musicians , and other Attendants . SCENE ...
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... points , " which were the tags at the ends of strings , used to fasten or sustain the dress before the general introduction of buttons . See this Vol . p . 130 . Enter OLIVIA , and MALVOLIO . Clo . Wit , 338 [ ACT I. TWELFTH - NIGHT :
... points , " which were the tags at the ends of strings , used to fasten or sustain the dress before the general introduction of buttons . See this Vol . p . 130 . Enter OLIVIA , and MALVOLIO . Clo . Wit , 338 [ ACT I. TWELFTH - NIGHT :
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William Shakespeare, John Payne Collier. Enter OLIVIA , and MALVOLIO . Clo . Wit , an't be thy will , put me into good fooling ! Those wits , that think they have thee , do very oft prove fools ; and I , that am sure I lack thee , may ...
William Shakespeare, John Payne Collier. Enter OLIVIA , and MALVOLIO . Clo . Wit , an't be thy will , put me into good fooling ! Those wits , that think they have thee , do very oft prove fools ; and I , that am sure I lack thee , may ...
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... Malvolio ? doth he not mend ? Mal . Yes ; and shall do , till the pangs of death shake him infirmity , that decays the wise , doth ever make the better fool . Clo . God send you , sir , a speedy infirmity , for the better increasing ...
... Malvolio ? doth he not mend ? Mal . Yes ; and shall do , till the pangs of death shake him infirmity , that decays the wise , doth ever make the better fool . Clo . God send you , sir , a speedy infirmity , for the better increasing ...
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Antigonus Baptista Bertram better Bianca Bion BIONDELLO brother Camillo Clown Count daughter doth Duke Enter Exeunt Exit eyes fair father fool Forest of Arden Gent gentleman George Buc give Gremio hath hear heart heaven Hermione honour Hortensio Illyria Kate Kath KATHARINA king knave lady Leon Leontes look lord Love's Labour's Lost Lucentio madam maid Malone Malvolio marry master means mistress modern editors never night old copies Olivia Orlando Padua Pandosto Parolles Petruchio Phebe play Polixenes pr'ythee pray printed Rosalind Rousillon SCENE second folio servant Shakespeare Shep Shrew Sicilia signior Sir ANDREW AGUE-CHEEK sir Toby speak Steevens swear sweet tell thee There's thine thing thou art thou hast Tranio Viola wife Winter's Tale word
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