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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... tell him of fair Hermia's flight : Then to the wood will he to - morrow night Pursue her ; and for this intelligence If I have thanks , it is a dear expense : But herein mean I to enrich my pain , 250 To have his sight thither and back ...
... tell him of fair Hermia's flight : Then to the wood will he to - morrow night Pursue her ; and for this intelligence If I have thanks , it is a dear expense : But herein mean I to enrich my pain , 250 To have his sight thither and back ...
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William Shakespeare. Or , rather , do I not in plainest truth Tell you , I do not , nor I cannot love you ? 200 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 ...
William Shakespeare. Or , rather , do I not in plainest truth Tell you , I do not , nor I cannot love you ? 200 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 ...
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... tell he is not a lion . Bot . Nay , you must name his name , and half his face must be seen through the lion's neck : and he himself must speak through , saying thus , or to the same defect , - Ladies , ' — or ' Fair ladies , I would ...
... tell he is not a lion . Bot . Nay , you must name his name , and half his face must be seen through the lion's neck : and he himself must speak through , saying thus , or to the same defect , - Ladies , ' — or ' Fair ladies , I would ...
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... tell true , tell true , even for my sake ! Durst thou have look'd upon him being awake , And hast thou kill'd him sleeping ? O brave touch ! Could not a worm , an adder , do so much ? 70 An adder did it ; for with doubler tongue Than Sc ...
... tell true , tell true , even for my sake ! Durst thou have look'd upon him being awake , And hast thou kill'd him sleeping ? O brave touch ! Could not a worm , an adder , do so much ? 70 An adder did it ; for with doubler tongue Than Sc ...
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... tell . * Mistaken . Her . I pray thee , tell me then that he is well . Dem . An if I could , what should I get there- fore ? Her . A privilege never to see me more . And from thy hated presence part I so : See me no more , whether he be ...
... tell . * Mistaken . Her . I pray thee , tell me then that he is well . Dem . An if I could , what should I get there- fore ? Her . A privilege never to see me more . And from thy hated presence part I so : See me no more , whether he be ...
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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.