The dramatic (poetical) works of William Shakspeare; illustr., embracing a life of the poet and notes, Volume 2 |
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But , Demetrius , come , And come , Egeus ; you shall go with me ; I have some private schooling for you both.— For you , fair Hermia , look you arm yourself To fit your fancies to your father's will ; Or else the law of Athens yields ...
But , Demetrius , come , And come , Egeus ; you shall go with me ; I have some private schooling for you both.— For you , fair Hermia , look you arm yourself To fit your fancies to your father's will ; Or else the law of Athens yields ...
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Ay ; or else one must come in with a bush of thorns and a lanthorn , and say , he comes to disfigure , or to present , the person of moon - shine . Then , there is another thing . We must have a wall in the great chamber ; for Pyramus ...
Ay ; or else one must come in with a bush of thorns and a lanthorn , and say , he comes to disfigure , or to present , the person of moon - shine . Then , there is another thing . We must have a wall in the great chamber ; for Pyramus ...
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I desire you more acquaintance , good master Mustard - seed . Tita . Come , wait upon him ; lead him to my bower . ... Here comes my messenger . — How. 1 “ I shall desire you of more acquaintance . ” This kind of phraseology was not ...
I desire you more acquaintance , good master Mustard - seed . Tita . Come , wait upon him ; lead him to my bower . ... Here comes my messenger . — How. 1 “ I shall desire you of more acquaintance . ” This kind of phraseology was not ...
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Here comes my messenger . — How now , mad spirit ! What night - rule ' now about this haunted grove ? Puck . My mistress with a monster is in love . Near to her close and consecrated bower , While she was in her dull and sleeping hour A ...
Here comes my messenger . — How now , mad spirit ! What night - rule ' now about this haunted grove ? Puck . My mistress with a monster is in love . Near to her close and consecrated bower , While she was in her dull and sleeping hour A ...
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Here comes one . Enter LYSANDER . Lys . ... Thou coward , art thou bragging to the stars , Telling the bushes that thou look'st for wars , And wilt not come ? Come , recreant ; come , thou child , I'll whip thee with a rod .
Here comes one . Enter LYSANDER . Lys . ... Thou coward , art thou bragging to the stars , Telling the bushes that thou look'st for wars , And wilt not come ? Come , recreant ; come , thou child , I'll whip thee with a rod .
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Page 289 - With spectacles on nose, and pouch on side ; His youthful hose, well saved, a world too wide For his shrunk shank ; and his big manly voice, Turning again toward childish treble, pipes And whistles in his sound : last scene of all, That ends this strange eventful history, Is second childishness, and mere oblivion ; Sans teeth, sans eyes, sans taste, sans everything.
Page 20 - Since once I sat upon a promontory, And heard a mermaid, on a dolphin's back, Uttering such dulcet and harmonious breath, That the rude sea grew civil at her song ; And certain stars shot madly from their spheres, To hear the sea-maid's music.
Page 273 - The seasons' difference ; as, the icy fang, And churlish chiding of the winter's wind ; Which when it bites and blows upon my body, Even till I shrink with cold, I smile, and say, — This is no flattery : these are counsellors, That feelingly persuade me what I am.
Page 165 - When shepherds pipe on oaten straws And merry larks are ploughmen's clocks, When turtles tread, and rooks, and daws, And maidens bleach their summer smocks The cuckoo then, on every tree, Mocks married men; for thus sings he, Cuckoo; Cuckoo, cuckoo: O word of fear, Unpleasing to a married ear!
Page 175 - If to do, were as easy as to know what were good to do, chapels had been churches, and poor men's cottages princes' palaces. It is a good divine that follows his own instructions. I can easier teach twenty what were good to be done, than be one of the twenty to follow mine own teaching.