The Plays of Shakespeare, Band 6Doubleday & McClure Company, 1897 |
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... better assurance , tell them that I , Pyramus , am not Pyramus , but Bottom the weaver . This will put them out of fear . Quin . Well , we will have such a prologue , and it shall be written in eight and six . Bot . No , make it two ...
... better assurance , tell them that I , Pyramus , am not Pyramus , but Bottom the weaver . This will put them out of fear . Quin . Well , we will have such a prologue , and it shall be written in eight and six . Bot . No , make it two ...
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... better than I could devise . But hast thou yet latched the Athenian's eyes With the love - juice , as I did bid thee do ? Puck . I took him sleeping - that is finished too- And the Athenian woman by his side , That , when he walked , of ...
... better than I could devise . But hast thou yet latched the Athenian's eyes With the love - juice , as I did bid thee do ? Puck . I took him sleeping - that is finished too- And the Athenian woman by his side , That , when he walked , of ...
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... better ? Dem . It is the wittiest partition that ever I heard discourse , my lord . The . Pyramus draws near the wall : silence ! Enter PYRAMUS . Pyr . O grim - look'd night ! O night with hue so black ! O night , which ever art , when ...
... better ? Dem . It is the wittiest partition that ever I heard discourse , my lord . The . Pyramus draws near the wall : silence ! Enter PYRAMUS . Pyr . O grim - look'd night ! O night with hue so black ! O night , which ever art , when ...
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... better ; he for a man , God warrant us ; she for a woman , God bless us . Lys . She hath spied him already with those sweet eyes . Dem . And thus she moans , videlicet : - This . ' Asleep , my love ? What , dead , my dove ? O Pyramus ...
... better ; he for a man , God warrant us ; she for a woman , God bless us . Lys . She hath spied him already with those sweet eyes . Dem . And thus she moans , videlicet : - This . ' Asleep , my love ? What , dead , my dove ? O Pyramus ...
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... better shelter while he goes to find him food . But this scene has its effect heightened by being set between two scenes of the cynicism of Monsieur Jaques , Of his mirth at a song , the Duke says , If he , compact of jars , grow ...
... better shelter while he goes to find him food . But this scene has its effect heightened by being set between two scenes of the cynicism of Monsieur Jaques , Of his mirth at a song , the Duke says , If he , compact of jars , grow ...
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Adam anon Athens bear beauty beauty's brother CELIA champioun dear Demetrius doth dream Duke F Egeus Enter Exeunt Exit eyes fair fairy false father flower fool forest Forest of Arden Ganymede gentle give grace hate hath haue hear heart heaven Helena Hermia Hippolyta Iustice Jaques leet live lond look lord love's lovers Lysander marry master mistress Monsieur moon Moonshine never night nought Oberon Oliver Orlando Peter Quince Phebe PHILOSTRATE pity play praise pray Puck Pyramus Pyramus and Thisbe Quin Rosalind sayde SCENE schal scherreue seyde Gamelyn Shakespeare SILVIUS sleep sone speak sweet tell Thanne thee ther Theseus thine thing Thisbe Thomas Benger thou art thou hast thou shalt thought thy love thyself Tita Titania tongue Touch true verse Whan wilt wolde wood yonge youth
Beliebte Passagen
Seite 59 - Made to his mistress' eyebrow. Then a soldier Full of strange oaths and bearded like the pard, Jealous in honour, sudden and quick in quarrel, Seeking the bubble reputation Even in the cannon's mouth. And then the justice, In fair round belly with good capon...
Seite 192 - And sable curls all silver'd o'er with white; When lofty trees I see barren of leaves, Which erst from heat did canopy the herd, And summer's green all girded up in sheaves, Borne on the bier with white and bristly beard, Then of thy beauty do I question make, That thou among the wastes of time must go, Since sweets and beauties do themselves forsake And die as fast as they see others grow; And nothing 'gainst Time's scythe can make defence Save breed, to brave him when he takes thee hence.
Seite 54 - Tis but an hour ago since it was nine ; And after one hour more 'twill be eleven; And so, from hour to hour, we ripe and ripe, And then, from hour to hour, we rot and rot, And thereby hangs a tale.