The Works of Shakespeare: the Text Carefully Restored According to the First Editions: Measure for measure. Much ado about nothing. Midsummer-night's dream. Love's labour's lostEstes and Lauriat, 1883 - English drama |
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Page 290
... Puck . I'll put a girdle round about the earth In forty minutes . Obe . [ Exit PUCK . Having once this juice , I'll watch Titania when she is asleep , And drop the liquor of it in her eyes : The next thing then she waking looks upon ...
... Puck . I'll put a girdle round about the earth In forty minutes . Obe . [ Exit PUCK . Having once this juice , I'll watch Titania when she is asleep , And drop the liquor of it in her eyes : The next thing then she waking looks upon ...
Page 292
... PUCK . Hast thou the flower there ? Welcome , wanderer . Puck . Ay , there it is . Obe . 292 ACT II A MIDSUMMER.
... PUCK . Hast thou the flower there ? Welcome , wanderer . Puck . Ay , there it is . Obe . 292 ACT II A MIDSUMMER.
Page 293
... Puck . Fear not , my lord : your servant shall [ Exeunt . do so . 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 ...
... Puck . Fear not , my lord : your servant shall [ Exeunt . do so . 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 ...
Page 296
... PUCK . Puck . Through the forest have I gone , But Athenian found I none , On whose eyes I might approve This flower's force in stirring love . Night and silence ! who is here ? Weeds of Athens he doth wear : This is he , my master said ...
... PUCK . Puck . Through the forest have I gone , But Athenian found I none , On whose eyes I might approve This flower's force in stirring love . Night and silence ! who is here ? Weeds of Athens he doth wear : This is he , my master said ...
Page 308
... PUCK . 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 ...
... PUCK . 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 ...
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Page 71 - Ay, but to die, and go we know not where ; To lie in cold obstruction and to rot ; This sensible warm motion to become A kneaded clod ; and the delighted spirit To bathe in fiery floods, or to reside In thrilling...
Page 458 - 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 267 - Making it momentary as a sound, Swift as a shadow, short as any dream ; Brief as the lightning in the collied night, That, in a spleen, unfolds both heaven and earth. And ere a man hath power to say, — Behold ! The jaws of darkness do devour it up : So quick bright things come to confusion.
Page 283 - 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 51 - Alas ! alas ! Why, all the souls that were, were forfeit once; And He that might the vantage best have took, Found out the remedy: How would you be, If he, which is the top of judgment, should But judge you as you are? O, think on that; And mercy then will breathe within your lips, Like man new made.
Page 275 - Swifter than the moon's sphere ; And I serve the fairy queen, To dew her orbs upon the green. The cowslips tall her pensioners be : In their gold coats spots you see ; Those be rubies, fairy favours, In those freckles live their savours : I must go seek some dewdrops here, And hang a pearl in every cowslip's ear.
Page 336 - Whilst the heavy ploughman snores, All with weary task fordone. Now the wasted brands do glow, Whilst the scritch-owl, scritching loud, Puts the wretch that lies in woe In remembrance of a shroud. Now it is the time of night That the graves, all gaping wide, Every one lets forth its sprite, In the church-way paths to glide...
Page 459 - When all aloud the wind doth blow, And coughing drowns the parson's saw, And birds sit brooding in the snow, And Marian's nose looks red and raw, When roasted crabs hiss in the bowl, Then nightly sings the staring owl, Tu-whit; Tu-who, a merry note, While greasy Joan doth keel the pot.
Page 328 - Sees Helen's beauty in a brow of Egypt : The poet's eye, in a fine frenzy rolling, Doth glance from heaven to earth, from earth to heaven, And, as imagination bodies forth The forms of things unknown, the poet's pen Turns them to shapes, and gives to airy nothing A local habitation and a name. Such tricks hath strong imagination ; That, if it would but apprehend some joy, It comprehends some bringer of that joy ; Or, in the night, imagining some fear, How easy is a bush suppos'da bear ! Hip.
Page 87 - Take, O, take those lips away, That so sweetly were forsworn; And those eyes, the break of day, Lights that do mislead the morn: But my kisses bring again Bring again; Seals of love, but seal'd in vain, Sealed in vain.