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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... leave the figure or disfigure it . Demetrius is a worthy gentleman . Her . So is Lysander . In himself he is ; The . But in this kind , wanting your father's voice , The other must be held the worthier . 50 Her . I would my father look ...
... leave the figure or disfigure it . Demetrius is a worthy gentleman . Her . So is Lysander . In himself he is ; The . But in this kind , wanting your father's voice , The other must be held the worthier . 50 Her . I would my father look ...
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... iron , for my heart Is true as steel : leave you your power to draw , And I shall have no power to follow you . Dem . Do I entice you ? do I speak you fair ? Or , rather , do I not in plainest truth Sc . I. ] 17 MIDSUMMER NIGHT'S DREAM .
... iron , for my heart Is true as steel : leave you your power to draw , And I shall have no power to follow you . Dem . Do I entice you ? do I speak you fair ? Or , rather , do I not in plainest truth Sc . I. ] 17 MIDSUMMER NIGHT'S DREAM .
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... leave , Unworthy as I am , to follow you . What worser place can I beg in your love , — And yet a place of high respect with me , Than to be used as you use your dog ? 210 Dem . Tempt not too much the hatred of my spirit , For I am sick ...
... leave , Unworthy as I am , to follow you . What worser place can I beg in your love , — And yet a place of high respect with me , Than to be used as you use your dog ? 210 Dem . Tempt not too much the hatred of my spirit , For I am sick ...
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... leave this grove , Thou shalt fly him and he shall seek thy love . Re - enter PUCK . Hast thou the flower there ? Welcome , wanderer . Puck . Ay , there it is . Obe . 250 I pray thee , give it me . I know a bank where the wild thyme ...
... leave this grove , Thou shalt fly him and he shall seek thy love . Re - enter PUCK . Hast thou the flower there ? Welcome , wanderer . Puck . Ay , there it is . Obe . 250 I pray thee , give it me . I know a bank where the wild thyme ...
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... leave me ? do not so . Dem . Stay , on thy peril : I alone will go . 90 * In the dark . [ Exit . Hel . O , I am out of breath in this fond chase ! The more my prayer , the lesser is my grace . Happy is Hermia , wheresoe'er she lies ...
... leave me ? do not so . Dem . Stay , on thy peril : I alone will go . 90 * In the dark . [ Exit . Hel . O , I am out of breath in this fond chase ! The more my prayer , the lesser is my grace . Happy is Hermia , wheresoe'er she lies ...
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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.