The Plays of Shakespeare, Band 6Doubleday & McClure Company, 1897 |
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... hast given her rhymes , And interchanged love - tokens with my child ; Thou hast by moonlight at her window sung , With feigning voice , verses of feigning love ; And stolen the impression of her fantasy With bracelets of thy hair ...
... hast given her rhymes , And interchanged love - tokens with my child ; Thou hast by moonlight at her window sung , With feigning voice , verses of feigning love ; And stolen the impression of her fantasy With bracelets of thy hair ...
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... hast appointed me , To - morrow truly will I meet with thee . Lys . Keep promise , love . - Look , here comes Helena Enter HELENA . Her . God speed fair Helena ! Whither away ! Hel . Call you me fair ? that fair again unsay . Demetrius ...
... hast appointed me , To - morrow truly will I meet with thee . Lys . Keep promise , love . - Look , here comes Helena Enter HELENA . Her . God speed fair Helena ! Whither away ! Hel . Call you me fair ? that fair again unsay . Demetrius ...
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... hast stol'n away from fairy land And in the shape of Corin sat all day , Playing on pipes of corn and versing love To amorous Phillida . Why art thou here , Come from the farthest steep of India , But that , forsooth , the bouncing ...
... hast stol'n away from fairy land And in the shape of Corin sat all day , Playing on pipes of corn and versing love To amorous Phillida . Why art thou here , Come from the farthest steep of India , But that , forsooth , the bouncing ...
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... hast disturbed our sport . Therefore the winds , piping to us in vain , As in revenge , have sucked up from the sea Contagious fogs , which , falling in the land , Have every pelting river made so proud , That they have overborne their ...
... hast disturbed our sport . Therefore the winds , piping to us in vain , As in revenge , have sucked up from the sea Contagious fogs , which , falling in the land , Have every pelting river made so proud , That they have overborne their ...
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... Hast thou the flower there ? Welcome , wanderer . Puck . Ay , there it is . Obe . I pray thee , give it me . I know a bank whereon the wild thyme blows , Where oxlips and the nodding violet grows ; Quite over - canopied with lush ...
... Hast thou the flower there ? Welcome , wanderer . Puck . Ay , there it is . Obe . I pray thee , give it me . I know a bank whereon the wild thyme blows , Where oxlips and the nodding violet grows ; Quite over - canopied with lush ...
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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.