Mr. William Shakespeare: A midsummer night's dream. The merchant of Venice. As you like it. The taming of the shrewD. Leach, 1767 |
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... eyes I throw All the power this charm doth owe : When thou wak'ft , let love forbid Sleep bis feat on thy eye - lid . So awake , when I am gone ; For I must now to Oberon . [ they fleep . Enter DEMETRIUS , and HELENA , running . [ Exit ...
... eyes I throw All the power this charm doth owe : When thou wak'ft , let love forbid Sleep bis feat on thy eye - lid . So awake , when I am gone ; For I must now to Oberon . [ they fleep . Enter DEMETRIUS , and HELENA , running . [ Exit ...
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... eyes . How came her eyes fo bright ? Not with falt tears : If fo , my eyes are oftner wafh'd than hers . No , no , I am as ugly as a bear ; For beasts , that meet me , run away for fear : Therefore , no marvel , though Demetrius Do , as ...
... eyes . How came her eyes fo bright ? Not with falt tears : If fo , my eyes are oftner wafh'd than hers . No , no , I am as ugly as a bear ; For beasts , that meet me , run away for fear : Therefore , no marvel , though Demetrius Do , as ...
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... eyes . DEM . And thus fhe moans , videlicet . * THI . Afleep , my love ? What , dead , my dove ? O Pyramus , arise , Speak , fpeak . Quite dumb ? Dead , dead ? A tomb Muft cover thy fweet eyes , These lilly lips , This cherry nose ...
... eyes . DEM . And thus fhe moans , videlicet . * THI . Afleep , my love ? What , dead , my dove ? O Pyramus , arise , Speak , fpeak . Quite dumb ? Dead , dead ? A tomb Muft cover thy fweet eyes , These lilly lips , This cherry nose ...
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