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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... means we may extenuate-- To death , or to a vow of single life . Come , my Hippolyta : what cheer , my love ? Demetrius and Egeus , go along : I must employ you in some business Against our nuptial and confer with you Of something ...
... means we may extenuate-- To death , or to a vow of single life . Come , my Hippolyta : what cheer , my love ? Demetrius and Egeus , go along : I must employ you in some business Against our nuptial and confer with you Of something ...
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... mean I to enrich my pain , 250 To have his sight thither and back again . [ Exit . SCENE II . Athens . QUINCE's house . Enter QUINCE , SNUG , BOTTOM , FLUTE , SNOUT , and STARVELING . Quin . Is all our company here ? Bot . You were best ...
... mean I to enrich my pain , 250 To have his sight thither and back again . [ Exit . SCENE II . Athens . QUINCE's house . Enter QUINCE , SNUG , BOTTOM , FLUTE , SNOUT , and STARVELING . Quin . Is all our company here ? Bot . You were best ...
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... mean , that my heart unto yours is knit So that but one heart we can make of it ; Two bosoms interchained with an oath ; So then two bosoms and a single troth . Then by your side no bed - room me deny ; For lying so , Hermia , I do not ...
... mean , that my heart unto yours is knit So that but one heart we can make of it ; Two bosoms interchained with an oath ; So then two bosoms and a single troth . Then by your side no bed - room me deny ; For lying so , Hermia , I do not ...
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... mean by this . Hel . Ay , do , persever , counterfeit sad looks , Make mouths upon me when I turn my back ; Wink each at other ; hold the sweet jest up : This sport , well carried , shall be chronicled . If you have any pity , grace ...
... mean by this . Hel . Ay , do , persever , counterfeit sad looks , Make mouths upon me when I turn my back ; Wink each at other ; hold the sweet jest up : This sport , well carried , shall be chronicled . If you have any pity , grace ...
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... mean a fray ! [ Lies down and sleeps . Puck On the ground Sleep sound : I'll apply To your eye , 450 Gentle lover , remedy . [ Squeezing the juice on Lysander's eyes . When thou wakest Thou takest True delight In the sight Of thy former ...
... mean a fray ! [ Lies down and sleeps . Puck On the ground Sleep sound : I'll apply To your eye , 450 Gentle lover , remedy . [ Squeezing the juice on Lysander's eyes . When thou wakest Thou takest True delight In the sight Of thy former ...
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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.