The Plays of Shakespeare, Band 6Doubleday & McClure Company, 1897 |
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... hate , the more he follows me . Hel . The more I love , the more he hateth me . Her . His folly , Helena , ' s no fault of mine . Hel . None , but your beauty : would that fault were mine ! Her . Take comfort : he no more shall see my ...
... hate , the more he follows me . Hel . The more I love , the more he hateth me . Her . His folly , Helena , ' s no fault of mine . Hel . None , but your beauty : would that fault were mine ! Her . Take comfort : he no more shall see my ...
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... hatred of my spirit , For I am sick when I do look on thee . Hel . And I am sick when I look not on you . Dem . You do impeach your modesty too much , To leave the city , and commit yourself Into the hands of one that loves you not ; To ...
... hatred of my spirit , For I am sick when I do look on thee . Hel . And I am sick when I look not on you . Dem . You do impeach your modesty too much , To leave the city , and commit yourself Into the hands of one that loves you not ; To ...
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... hated most of those they did deceive ; So thou , my surfeit and my heresy , Of all be hated , but the most of me . And , all my powers , address your love and might To honour Helen , and to be her knight . Boene 3. ] 61 A MIDSUMMER ...
... hated most of those they did deceive ; So thou , my surfeit and my heresy , Of all be hated , but the most of me . And , all my powers , address your love and might To honour Helen , and to be her knight . Boene 3. ] 61 A MIDSUMMER ...
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... hated presence part I so ; See me no more , whether he be dead or no . [ Exit . Dem . There is no following her in this fierce vein : Here , therefore , for a while I will remain . So sorrow's heaviness doth heavier grow For debt that ...
... hated presence part I so ; See me no more , whether he be dead or no . [ Exit . Dem . There is no following her in this fierce vein : Here , therefore , for a while I will remain . So sorrow's heaviness doth heavier grow For debt that ...
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... me , for your merriment : If you were civil and knew courtesy You would not do me thus much injury , Can you not hate me , as I know you do , But you must join in souls to mock me too 78 [ Act III . A MIDSUMMER - NIGHT'S DREAM .
... me , for your merriment : If you were civil and knew courtesy You would not do me thus much injury , Can you not hate me , as I know you do , But you must join in souls to mock me too 78 [ Act III . A MIDSUMMER - NIGHT'S DREAM .
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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.