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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... fear 30 Creep into acorn - cups and hide them there . * . * Quarrel . Fai . Either I mistake your shape and making quite , Or else you are that shrewd and knavish sprite Call'd Robin Goodfellow : are not you he That frights the maidens ...
... fear 30 Creep into acorn - cups and hide them there . * . * Quarrel . Fai . Either I mistake your shape and making quite , Or else you are that shrewd and knavish sprite Call'd Robin Goodfellow : are not you he That frights the maidens ...
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... Fear not , my lord , your servant shall do so . [ Exeunt . SCENE II . Another part of the wood . Enter TITANIA , with her train . Tita . Come , now a roundel * and a fairy song ; Then , for the third part of a minute , hence ; * Dance ...
... Fear not , my lord , your servant shall do so . [ Exeunt . SCENE II . Another part of the wood . Enter TITANIA , with her train . Tita . Come , now a roundel * and a fairy song ; Then , for the third part of a minute , hence ; * Dance ...
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... fear : Therefore no marvel though Demetrius Do , as a monster , fly my presence thus . What wicked and dissembling glass of mine Made me compare with Hermia's sphery eyne ? But who is here ? Lysander ! on the ground ! Dead ? or asleep ...
... fear : Therefore no marvel though Demetrius Do , as a monster , fly my presence thus . What wicked and dissembling glass of mine Made me compare with Hermia's sphery eyne ? But who is here ? Lysander ! on the ground ! Dead ? or asleep ...
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... serpent from my breast ! Ay me , for pity ! what a dream was here ! Lysander , look how I do quake with fear : Methought a serpent eat my heart away , 150 And you sat smiling at his cruel prey . Sc . II . ] 23 MIDSUMMER - NIGHT'S DREAM .
... serpent from my breast ! Ay me , for pity ! what a dream was here ! Lysander , look how I do quake with fear : Methought a serpent eat my heart away , 150 And you sat smiling at his cruel prey . Sc . II . ] 23 MIDSUMMER - NIGHT'S DREAM .
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... fear . No ? then well perceive you are not nigh : Either death or you I'll find immediately . [ Exit . ACT III . SCENE I. The wood . Titania lying asleep . Enter QUINCE , SNUG , BOTTOM , FLUTE , Snout , and STARVELING . Bot . Are we all ...
... fear . No ? then well perceive you are not nigh : Either death or you I'll find immediately . [ Exit . ACT III . SCENE I. The wood . Titania lying asleep . Enter QUINCE , SNUG , BOTTOM , FLUTE , Snout , and STARVELING . Bot . Are we all ...
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Page 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
Page 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...
Page 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.
Page 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...
Page 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.
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.