Midsummer night's dream. Merchant of Venice. As you like it. Taming of the shrew. All's well that ends well. Twelfth night; or, What you willG. Barrie & Son, 1894 |
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... faith , let not me play a woman ; I have a beard coming . 50 Quin . That's all one : you shall play it in a mask , and you may speak as small as you will . Bot . An I may hide my face , let me play Thisby too , I'll speak in a monstrous ...
... faith , let not me play a woman ; I have a beard coming . 50 Quin . That's all one : you shall play it in a mask , and you may speak as small as you will . Bot . An I may hide my face , let me play Thisby too , I'll speak in a monstrous ...
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... faith , With Ariadne and Antiopa ? 80 Tita . These are the forgeries of jealousy : And never , since the middle summer's spring , * Met we on hill , in dale , forest or mead , * Beginning . By paved fountain or by rushy brook , Or in ...
... faith , With Ariadne and Antiopa ? 80 Tita . These are the forgeries of jealousy : And never , since the middle summer's spring , * Met we on hill , in dale , forest or mead , * Beginning . By paved fountain or by rushy brook , Or in ...
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... faith , to prove them true ? Hel . You do advance your cunning more and more . When truth kills truth , O devilish - holy fray ! These vows are Hermia's : will you give her o'er ? Weigh oath with oath , and you will nothing weigh : Your ...
... faith , to prove them true ? Hel . You do advance your cunning more and more . When truth kills truth , O devilish - holy fray ! These vows are Hermia's : will you give her o'er ? Weigh oath with oath , and you will nothing weigh : Your ...
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... faith thou dost not know , Lest , to thy peril , thou aby * it dear . * Expiate . Look , where thy love comes ; yonder is thy dear . Re - enter HERMIA . Her . Dark night , that from the eye his func- tion takes , The ear more quick of ...
... faith thou dost not know , Lest , to thy peril , thou aby * it dear . * Expiate . Look , where thy love comes ; yonder is thy dear . Re - enter HERMIA . Her . Dark night , that from the eye his func- tion takes , The ear more quick of ...
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... heart from him ? Hel . Fine , i'faith ! Have you no modesty , no maiden shame , No touch of bashfulness ? What , will you tear Impatient answers from my gentle tongue ? Fie , fie Sc . II . ] MIDSUMMER - NIGHT'S DREAM . 37.
... heart from him ? Hel . Fine , i'faith ! Have you no modesty , no maiden shame , No touch of bashfulness ? What , will you tear Impatient answers from my gentle tongue ? Fie , fie Sc . II . ] MIDSUMMER - NIGHT'S DREAM . 37.
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Antonio art thou Baptista Bass Bassanio better Bianca Bion Biondello comes Count daughter dear Demetrius dost doth ducats Duke Enter Exeunt Exit eyes fair faith father fool fortune gentle gentleman give Gremio hand hath hear heart heaven Helena Hermia Hippolyta hither honour Hortensio Illyria is't Kate Kath King knave lady Laun Launcelot look lord Lucentio Lysander madam maid Malvolio marry master mistress Nerissa never night Orlando Padua Petruchio PHILOSTRATE pray prithee Puck Pyramus Quin Re-enter ring Rosalind Rousillon Salan SCENE shalt Shylock Signior Sir Toby sirrah speak swear sweet tell thank thee there's Theseus thine thing thou art thou hast Titania Touch Tranio unto What's wife young youth ΙΟ
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Էջ 170 - And then the whining school-boy, with his satchel And shining morning face, creeping like snail Unwillingly to school. And then the lover, Sighing like furnace, with a woeful ballad Made to his mistress
Էջ 131 - How sweet the moonlight sleeps upon this bank! Here will we sit, and let the sounds of music Creep in our ears: soft stillness and the night Become the touches of sweet harmony. Sit, Jessica. Look, how the floor of heaven Is thick inlaid with patines...
Էջ 406 - Come away, come away, death, And in sad cypress let me be laid ; Fly away, fly away, breath ; I am slain by a fair cruel maid. My shroud of white, stuck all with yew, O, prepare it ! My part of death, no one so true Did share it. Not a flower, not a flower sweet, On my black coffin let there be strown ; Not a friend, not a friend greet My poor corpse, where my bones shall be thrown : A thousand thousand sighs to save, Lay me, O, where Sad true lover never find my grave, To weep there ! Duke.
Էջ 35 - All school-days' friendship, childhood innocence ? We, Hermia, like two artificial gods, Have with our needles created both one flower, Both on one sampler, sitting on one cushion, Both warbling of one song, both in one key ; As if our hands, our sides, voices, and minds, Had been incorporate. So we grew together, Like to a double cherry, seeming parted ; But yet...
Էջ 167 - And, looking on it with lack-lustre eye, Says very wisely, " It is ten o'clock : Thus we may see," quoth he, "how the world wags: '"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.
Էջ 74 - How like a fawning publican he looks ! I hate him for he is a Christian ; But more for that in low simplicity He lends out money gratis, and brings down The rate of usance here with us in Venice. If I can catch him once upon the hip, I will feed fat the ancient grudge I bear him.