Stories from Shakespeare, by A.S. Macfarland and A. SageBlackie & Son, 1882 - 128 pages |
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Alonzo Antiochus Antonio Ariel asked bade Bassanio beauty begged Bellario Belmont brother Caliban caskets Celia Cerimon charm Cleon commenced Cordelia court daughter death declared Demetrius Dionyza disguise Duke Frederick Duke of Albany enchanted Ephesus eyes fairies father favour Ferdinand forest forest of Arden fortune Ganymede give Goneril Gratiano hand handsome happy head heard heart Helena Helicanus Hermia husband island Jessica Kent king kingdom knew lady Lear lived looked lord lovers Lysander Lysimachus maiden Marina marriage marry Miranda Nerissa never night noble Oberon Oliver Orlando palace Pentapolis Pericles placed Portia powerful prince Prince of Tyre princess Prospero Puck queen received Regan Rosalind Sebastian seemed sent servant set sail SHAKESPEARE ship Shylock Simonides sisters sleep slumber soon stood storm story suitors sweet Thaisa Tharsus Theseus thought throne Titania told took tree Tyre Venetian Venice wicked wife woman wonderful young youth
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Page 92 - UNDER THE GREENWOOD TREE Under the greenwood tree Who loves to lie with me, And tune his merry note Unto the sweet bird's throat — Come hither, come hither, come hither! Here shall he see No enemy But winter and rough weather. Who doth ambition shun And loves to live i' the sun, Seeking the food he eats And pleased with what he gets — Come hither, come hither, come hither!
Page 28 - Come unto these yellow sands, And then take hands; Courtsied when you have, and kiss'd (The wild waves whist) Foot it featly here and there; And, sweet sprites, the burden bear. Hark, hark! Burthen. Bowgh, wowgh. (dispersedly) The watch-dogs bark: Bur. Bowgh, wowgh. Hark, hark ! I hear The strain of strutting chanticlere Cry, Cock-a-doodle-doo. Fer. Where should this music be ? i' the air, or the earth ? It sounds no more ;—and sure it waits upon Some god of the island.
Page 113 - Philomel, with melody Sing in our sweet lullaby; Lulla, lulla, lullaby, lulla, lulla, lullaby : Never harm, Nor spell nor charm, Come our lovely lady nigh , So, good night, with lullaby.
Page 92 - And loves to live i' the sun, Seeking the food he eats, And pleas'd with what he gets, Come hither, come hither, come hither : Here shall he see No enemy But winter and rough weather.
Page 113 - Her waggon-spokes made of long spinners' legs, The cover of the wings of grasshoppers, <*> The traces of the smallest spider's web, The collars of the moonshine's...
Page 36 - ... Portia's heart and hand, had to guess which of three caskets held her portrait. If he guessed aright, then Portia would be his bride; if wrong, then he was bound by oath never to reveal which casket he chose, never to marry, and to go away at once. The caskets were of gold, silver, and lead. The gold one bore this inscription: — "Who chooseth me shall gain what many men desire...