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Clown (sings): For the rain it raineth every day.

William Heath Robinson, from Shakespeare’s comedy of Twelfth night : or, What you will, by William Shakespeare, New York, 1908.

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Clown (sings): For the rain it raineth every day.

William Heath Robinson, from Shakespeare’s comedy of Twelfth night : or, What you will, by William Shakespeare, New York, 1908.

(Source: archive.org)

Friday, June 6, 2014
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Olivia: Well, come again to-morrow; fare thee well.

William Heath Robinson, from Shakespeare’s comedy of Twelfth night : or, What you will, by William Shakespeare, New York, 1908.

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Olivia: Well, come again to-morrow; fare thee well.

William Heath Robinson, from Shakespeare’s comedy of Twelfth night : or, What you will, by William Shakespeare, New York, 1908.

(Source: archive.org)

Friday, June 6, 2014
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Clown: No, sir, I live by the church.

William Heath Robinson, from Shakespeare’s comedy of Twelfth night : or, What you will, by William Shakespeare, New York, 1908.

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Clown: No, sir, I live by the church.

William Heath Robinson, from Shakespeare’s comedy of Twelfth night : or, What you will, by William Shakespeare, New York, 1908.

(Source: archive.org)

Friday, June 6, 2014
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Viola: She pined in thought.

William Heath Robinson, from Shakespeare’s comedy of Twelfth night : or, What you will, by William Shakespeare, New York, 1908.

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Viola: She pined in thought.

William Heath Robinson, from Shakespeare’s comedy of Twelfth night : or, What you will, by William Shakespeare, New York, 1908.

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Wednesday, June 4, 2014
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Viola: Yet, a barful strife!
Whoe’er I woo, myself would be his wife.

William Heath Robinson, from Shakespeare’s comedy of Twelfth night : or, What you will, by William Shakespeare, New York, 1908.

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Viola: Yet, a barful strife!
Whoe’er I woo, myself would be his wife.

William Heath Robinson, from Shakespeare’s comedy of Twelfth night : or, What you will, by William Shakespeare, New York, 1908.

(Source: archive.org)

Wednesday, June 4, 2014
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Valentine: But, like a cloistress, she will veiled walk.

William Heath Robinson, from Shakespeare’s comedy of Twelfth night : or, What you will, by William Shakespeare, New York, 1908.

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Valentine: But, like a cloistress, she will veiled walk.

William Heath Robinson, from Shakespeare’s comedy of Twelfth night : or, What you will, by William Shakespeare, New York, 1908.

(Source: archive.org)

Wednesday, June 4, 2014
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Vase with an allegory of Shakespeare’s play of The Tempest. 

From Selection of vases, statues, busts, &c., from terra-cottas, by J. M. Blashfield, London, 1857.

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Vase with an allegory of Shakespeare’s play of The Tempest.

From Selection of vases, statues, busts, &c., from terra-cottas, by J. M. Blashfield, London, 1857.

(Source: archive.org)

Wednesday, May 21, 2014
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And nightly meadow fairies, look you sing.

Hugh Thomson, from The merry wives of Windsor, by  William Shakespeare, New York, 1910.

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And nightly meadow fairies, look you sing.

Hugh Thomson, from The merry wives of Windsor, by William Shakespeare, New York, 1910.

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Wednesday, October 30, 2013