The Plays of Shakespeare, Band 6Doubleday & McClure Company, 1897 |
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... dear expense : But herein mean I to enrich my pain , To have his sight thither and back again . [ Eait . SCENE II . - Athens . A Room in QUINCE'S House . Enter QUINCE , SNUG , BOTTOM , FLUTE , SNOUT , and STARVELING . Quin . Is all our ...
... dear expense : But herein mean I to enrich my pain , To have his sight thither and back again . [ Eait . SCENE II . - Athens . A Room in QUINCE'S House . Enter QUINCE , SNUG , BOTTOM , FLUTE , SNOUT , and STARVELING . Quin . Is all our ...
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... dear ! thy Thisbe dear , and lady dear ! " Quin . No , no ; you must play Pyramus 40 [ Act L A MIDSUMMER - NIGHT'S DREAM .
... dear ! thy Thisbe dear , and lady dear ! " Quin . No , no ; you must play Pyramus 40 [ Act L A MIDSUMMER - NIGHT'S DREAM .
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... dear : Wake when some vile thing is near . [ Exit . Enter LYSANDER and HERMIA . Lys . Fair love , you faint with wandering in the wood ; And , to speak troth , I have forgot our way : We'll rest us , Hermia , if you think it good , And ...
... dear : Wake when some vile thing is near . [ Exit . Enter LYSANDER and HERMIA . Lys . Fair love , you faint with wandering in the wood ; And , to speak troth , I have forgot our way : We'll rest us , Hermia , if you think it good , And ...
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... dear . But , hark , a voice ! stay thou but here awhile , And by and by I will to thee appear . ' [ Exit . Puck . A stranger Pyramus than e'er played here ! This . Must I speak now ? [ Exit . Quin . Ay , marry , must you ; for you must ...
... dear . But , hark , a voice ! stay thou but here awhile , And by and by I will to thee appear . ' [ Exit . Puck . A stranger Pyramus than e'er played here ! This . Must I speak now ? [ Exit . Quin . Ay , marry , must you ; for you must ...
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... dear . By some illusion see thou bring her here : I'll charm his eyes against she do appear . Puck . I go , I go ; look how I go , — Swifter than arrow from the Tartar's bow . Flower of this purple die , Obe . Hit with Cupid's archery ...
... dear . By some illusion see thou bring her here : I'll charm his eyes against she do appear . Puck . I go , I go ; look how I go , — Swifter than arrow from the Tartar's bow . Flower of this purple die , Obe . Hit with Cupid's archery ...
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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
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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.