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... that all their elves , for fear , Creep into acorn cups , and hide them there . Fai . Either I mistake your shape and making quite , Or else you are that shrewd and knavish sprite , 1 Called Robin Good - fellow . Are you not.
... that all their elves , for fear , Creep into acorn cups , and hide them there . Fai . Either I mistake your shape and making quite , Or else you are that shrewd and knavish sprite , 1 Called Robin Good - fellow . Are you not.
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Fear not , my lord , your servant shall do so . [ Exeunt . SCENE III . 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 ...
Fear not , my lord , your servant shall do so . [ Exeunt . SCENE III . 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 ...
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... run away for 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 !
... run away for 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 !
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Lysander , look , how I do quake with fear . Methought a serpent ate my heart away , And you sat smiling at his cruel prey.Lysander ! What , removed ? Lysander ! Lord ! What , out of hearing ? Gone ? No sound , no word ?
Lysander , look , how I do quake with fear . Methought a serpent ate my heart away , And you sat smiling at his cruel prey.Lysander ! What , removed ? Lysander ! Lord ! What , out of hearing ? Gone ? No sound , no word ?
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By'rlakin , a parlous fear . Star . I believe we must leave the killing out , when all is done . Bot . Not a whit ; I have a device to make all well . Write me a prologue ; and let the prologue seem to say , we will do no harm with our ...
By'rlakin , a parlous fear . Star . I believe we must leave the killing out , when all is done . Bot . Not a whit ; I have a device to make all well . Write me a prologue ; and let the prologue seem to say , we will do no harm with our ...
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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.
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| Title | The dramatic (poetical) works of William Shakspeare; illustr., embracing a life of the poet and notes, Volume 2 The dramatic (poetical) works of William Shakspeare; illustr., embracing a life of the poet and notes, William Shakespeare |
| Author | William Shakespeare |
| Published | 1850 |
| Original from | Oxford University |
| Digitized | 16 May 2006 |
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