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Title: An art edition of Shakespeare, classified as comedies, tragedies, histories and sonnets, each part arranged in chronological order, including also a list of familiar quotations
Year: 1889 (1880s)
Authors: Shakespeare, William, 1564-1616 Lamb, Charles, 1775-1834 Lamb, Mary, 1764-1847 Seymour, Mary. (from old catalog) Gaskell, Charles Arthur, 1849- ed. (from old catalog) Gilbert, John, Sir, 1817-1897, illus
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Publisher: Chicago, U. S. publishing house
Contributing Library: The Library of Congress
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e be disposed, and so do I too; he doesit with a better grace, but I do it morenatural. Sir To. 0 the twelfth day of Decem-ler, — (Singing. Mar. Peace. Enter Malvolio. Mai. My master, are you mad? orwhat are you? Have you no wit, manners,nor honesty, but to gabble like tinkers atthis time of night? Do ye make an ale-house of my ladys house, that ye squeakout your coziers catches without anymitigation or remorse of voice? Is thereno respect of place, persons, nor time, inyou ? Sir To. We did keep time, sir, in ourcatches. Sneck up! Mai. Sir Toby, I must be round withyou. My lady bade me tell you, that,though she harbors you as her kinsman,shes nothing allied to your disorders.If you can separate yourself and yourmisdemeanors, you are welcome to the 382 Act II. TWELFTH NIGHT; OR, WHAT YOU WILL. Scene III. house; if not, an it would please you totake leave of her, she is very Avilling tobid you farewell. Sir To. Fareiuell, dear heart, since Imust needs he gone. Mar. Nay, good sir Toby.
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S^^6i=zr/X--^ Clo. His eyes do sJioto his days arealmost done. Mai. Ist even so? Sir To. Btit I will never die. Clo. Sir Toby, there you lie. 31al. This is much credit to you.Sir To. Shall I bid him go ? (Singing.Clo. What an if you do?Sir To. Shall Ibid him go, a7id sparenot? 383 Act II, TWELFTH XIGHT ; OE, WHAT YOU WILL. Scexe IIL Clo. 0 no, no, no, no, you dare not. Sir To. Out otime? sir, ye lie. — Artauy more than a steward? Dost thouthink, because thou art virtuous, thereshall be no more cakes and ale? Clo. Yes, by saint Anne; and gingershall be hot ithe mouth too. Sir To. ThouTt ithe right. — Go, sir,rub your chain with crumbs:—-A stoop ofwine, Maria I Mai. Mistress Mary, if you prized myladys favor at any thing more than con-tempt, you would not give means for thisuncivil rule ; she shall know of it, by thishand. (Exit. Mar. Go shake your ears. Sir And. ^Twere as good a deed as todrink when a mans hungry, to challengehim to the field; and then to break prom-ise with him,

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