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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... ATTENDANTS . 219 After the painting by W. Q. Orchardson , R. A .. 224 ALL'S WELL THAT ENDS WELL . COUNTESS AND LAFEU . After the painting by F. Pecht . 297 TWELFTH NIGHT . MISS JULIA MARLOWE AS VIOLA . From life 383 A MIDSUMMER ...
... ATTENDANTS . 219 After the painting by W. Q. Orchardson , R. A .. 224 ALL'S WELL THAT ENDS WELL . COUNTESS AND LAFEU . After the painting by F. Pecht . 297 TWELFTH NIGHT . MISS JULIA MARLOWE AS VIOLA . From life 383 A MIDSUMMER ...
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... . PEASEBLOSSOM , COBWEB , Мотн , MUSTARDSEED , } fairies . Other fairies attending their King and Queen . Attendants on Theseus and Hippolyta . SCENE : Athens , and a wood near it . A MIDSUMMER - NIGHT'S DREAM . ACT I. SCENE I.
... . PEASEBLOSSOM , COBWEB , Мотн , MUSTARDSEED , } fairies . Other fairies attending their King and Queen . Attendants on Theseus and Hippolyta . SCENE : Athens , and a wood near it . A MIDSUMMER - NIGHT'S DREAM . ACT I. SCENE I.
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... Attendants . The . Now , fair Hippolyta , our nuptial hour Draws on apace ; four happy days bring in Another moon : but , O , methinks , how slow This old moon wanes ! she lingers my desires , Like to a step - dame or a dowager Long ...
... Attendants . The . Now , fair Hippolyta , our nuptial hour Draws on apace ; four happy days bring in Another moon : but , O , methinks , how slow This old moon wanes ! she lingers my desires , Like to a step - dame or a dowager Long ...
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... attendant hath A lovely boy , stolen from an Indian king ; She never had so sweet a changeling ; And jealous Oberon would have the child Knight of his train , to trace the forests wild ; But she perforce withholds the loved boy , Crowns ...
... attendant hath A lovely boy , stolen from an Indian king ; She never had so sweet a changeling ; And jealous Oberon would have the child Knight of his train , to trace the forests wild ; But she perforce withholds the loved boy , Crowns ...
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... Attendant . Tita . Set your heart at rest : The fairy land buys not the child of me . His mother was a votaress of my order : And , in the spiced Indian air , by night , Full often hath she gossip'd by my side , And Sc . I. ] MIDSUMMER ...
... Attendant . Tita . Set your heart at rest : The fairy land buys not the child of me . His mother was a votaress of my order : And , in the spiced Indian air , by night , Full often hath she gossip'd by my side , And Sc . I. ] MIDSUMMER ...
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Page 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.