The Plays of Shakespeare, Band 6Doubleday & McClure Company, 1897 |
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... speak as small as you will . Bot . An I may hide my face , let me play Thisbe too . I'll speak in a monstrous little voice : - " Thisne , Thisne , " — " Ah , Pyramus , my lover dear ! thy Thisbe dear , and lady dear ! " Quin . No , no ...
... speak as small as you will . Bot . An I may hide my face , let me play Thisbe too . I'll speak in a monstrous little voice : - " Thisne , Thisne , " — " Ah , Pyramus , my lover dear ! thy Thisbe dear , and lady dear ! " Quin . No , no ...
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... speak'st aright ; I am that merry wanderer of the night . I jest to Oberon , and make him smile , When I a fat and bean - fed horse beguile , Neighing in likeness of a filly foal ; And sometime lurk I in a gossip's bowl , In very ...
... speak'st aright ; I am that merry wanderer of the night . I jest to Oberon , and make him smile , When I a fat and bean - fed horse beguile , Neighing in likeness of a filly foal ; And sometime lurk I in a gossip's bowl , In very ...
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... speak you fair ? Or , rather , do I not in plainest truth Tell you I do not nor I cannot love you ? Hel . And even for that do I love you the more . I am your spaniel ; and , Demetrius , The more you beat me , I will fawn on you : Use ...
... speak you fair ? Or , rather , do I not in plainest truth Tell you I do not nor I cannot love you ? Hel . And even for that do I love you the more . I am your spaniel ; and , Demetrius , The more you beat me , I will fawn on you : Use ...
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... speak troth , I have forgot our way : We'll rest us , Hermia , if you think it good , And tarry for the comfort of the day . Her . Be it so , Lysander : find you out a bed ; For I upon this bank will rest my head . Lys . One turf shall ...
... speak troth , I have forgot our way : We'll rest us , Hermia , if you think it good , And tarry for the comfort of the day . Her . Be it so , Lysander : find you out a bed ; For I upon this bank will rest my head . Lys . One turf shall ...
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... speak , an if you hear ; Speak , of all loves ! I swoon almost with fear . No ? -then I well perceive you are not nigh : Either death , or you , I'll find immediately . [ Exit . ACT III . SCENE I. - The Wood . TITANIA lying asleep ...
... speak , an if you hear ; Speak , of all loves ! I swoon almost with fear . No ? -then I well perceive you are not nigh : Either death , or you , I'll find immediately . [ Exit . ACT III . SCENE I. - The Wood . TITANIA lying asleep ...
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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.