Select Plays; A Midsummer Night's DreamClarendon Press, 1879 - 147 páginas |
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... Athens . ' Steal forth thy father's house to - morrow night . ' The night of the second day is occupied with the adventures in the wood , and in the morning the lovers are discovered by Theseus and his huntsmen , and xxii PREFACE .
... Athens . ' Steal forth thy father's house to - morrow night . ' The night of the second day is occupied with the adventures in the wood , and in the morning the lovers are discovered by Theseus and his huntsmen , and xxii PREFACE .
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William Shakespeare. lovers are discovered by Theseus and his huntsmen , and it is supposed that they have risen early to observe the rite of May . So that the morning of the third day is the 1st of May , and the last two days of April ...
William Shakespeare. lovers are discovered by Theseus and his huntsmen , and it is supposed that they have risen early to observe the rite of May . So that the morning of the third day is the 1st of May , and the last two days of April ...
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... lovers have been ever cross'd , It stands as an edict in destiny : Then let us teach our trial patience , Because it is a customary cross , As due to love as thoughts and dreams and sighs , Wishes and tears , poor fancy's followers ...
... lovers have been ever cross'd , It stands as an edict in destiny : Then let us teach our trial patience , Because it is a customary cross , As due to love as thoughts and dreams and sighs , Wishes and tears , poor fancy's followers ...
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... lovers ' flights doth still conceal , Through Athens ' gates have we devised to steal . Her . And in the wood , where often you and I Upon faint primrose - beds were wont to lie , Emptying our bosoms of their counsel sweet , There my ...
... lovers ' flights doth still conceal , Through Athens ' gates have we devised to steal . Her . And in the wood , where often you and I Upon faint primrose - beds were wont to lie , Emptying our bosoms of their counsel sweet , There my ...
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... lover , or a tyrant ? Quin . A lover , that kills himself most gallant for love . 20 Bot . That will ask some tears in the true performing of it if I do it , let the audience look to their eyes ; I will move storms , I will condole in ...
... lover , or a tyrant ? Quin . A lover , that kills himself most gallant for love . 20 Bot . That will ask some tears in the true performing of it if I do it , let the audience look to their eyes ; I will move storms , I will condole in ...
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appears Athens bear Book Bottom called child comes common Compare Cotgrave Crown 8vo dance dear death Demetrius desire doth early Edited English Enter Exit Extra fcap eyes fair fairy fear flower folios follow give green Hamlet hand hath head hear heart Helena Henry Hermia hold Introduction John kind King King Lear lady leave lion look lord Lost Love's lovers Lysander Malone meaning meet Merchant of Venice Merry Midsummer Milton moon never night Night's Dream Oberon occurs passage play present Press Puck Pyramus quartos quartos and folios Queen Quin quotes reference rest Richard Robin says sense Shakespeare sleep sometimes speak stand Steevens sweet Tale tell Tempest thee Theseus thing Thisby thou Titania true W. W. SKEAT wall wood
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Página 14 - No night is now with hymn or carol blest : Therefore the moon, the governess of floods, Pale in her anger, washes all the air, That rheumatic diseases do abound : And thorough this distemperature we see The seasons alter : hoary-headed frosts Fall in the fresh lap of the crimson rose, And on old Hiems' thin and icy crown An odorous chaplet of sweet summer buds Is, as in mockery, set.
Página 71 - That it should come to this! But two months dead - nay, not so much, not two So excellent a king, that was to this Hyperion to a satyr, so loving to my mother That he might not beteem the winds of heaven Visit her face too roughly.
Página 3 - But earthlier happy is the rose distill'd, Than that which, withering on the virgin thorn, Grows, lives, and dies in single blessedness.
Página 63 - Now the hungry lion roars, And the wolf behowls the moon; Whilst the heavy ploughman snores, All with weary task fordone. Now the wasted brands do glow, Whilst the screech-owl, screeching loud, Puts the wretch that lies in woe In remembrance of a shroud.
Página 71 - And strait conjunction with this sex ; for either He never shall find out fit mate, but such As some misfortune brings him, or mistake ; Or whom he wishes most shall seldom gain Through her perverseness, but shall see her gain'd By a far worse ; or, if she love, withheld By parents ; or his happiest choice too late Shall meet, already link'd and wedlock-bound To a fell adversary, his hate or shame : Which infinite calamity shall cause To human life, and household peace confound.
Página 8 - Things base and vile, holding no quantity, Love can transpose to form and dignity. Love looks not with the eyes, but with the mind, And therefore is wing'd Cupid painted blind.
Página 69 - And Jacob said unto Pharaoh, The days of the years of my pilgrimage are an hundred and thirty years: few and evil have the days of the years of my life been, and have not attained unto the days of the years of the life of my fathers in the days of their pilgrimage.
Página 14 - Hiems' thin and icy crown An odorous chaplet of sweet summer buds Is, as in mockery, set. The spring, the summer, The childing autumn, angry winter, change Their wonted liveries; and the mazed world, By their increase, now knows not which is which. And this same progeny of evils comes From our debate, from our dissension; We are their parents and original.
Página 28 - Be kind and courteous to this gentleman ; Hop in his walks, and gambol in his eyes ; Feed him with apricocks and dewberries, -. With purple grapes, green figs, and mulberries. The honey-bags steal from the humble-bees, And for night-tapers crop their waxen thighs, And light them at the fiery glow-worm's eyes...
Página 136 - And overcome us like a summer's cloud, Without our special wonder ? You make me strange Even to the disposition that I...