Shakspere's A Midsummer Night's DreamLongmans, Green, and Company, 1895 - 111 pages |
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... Lord Chamberlain's Players , at the Globe Theatre , Bankside , a play , A Midsummer Night's Dream , by Will- iam Shakspere . ' There , I am glad we came over to this . That is a play you ought to see . Have you heard of it ? No ? Why ...
... Lord Chamberlain's Players , at the Globe Theatre , Bankside , a play , A Midsummer Night's Dream , by Will- iam Shakspere . ' There , I am glad we came over to this . That is a play you ought to see . Have you heard of it ? No ? Why ...
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... Lord Chamber- lain's and the Lord Admiral's . They are so called because they are under the protection of Lord Hunsdon , Lord Chamberlain , and of the Earl of Nottingham , Lord Admi- ral . Richard Burbadge is the manager and chief actor ...
... Lord Chamber- lain's and the Lord Admiral's . They are so called because they are under the protection of Lord Hunsdon , Lord Chamberlain , and of the Earl of Nottingham , Lord Admi- ral . Richard Burbadge is the manager and chief actor ...
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... That play is a great favorite with the ' prentices , for it tells how one of their number became Lord Mayor of London . It is , however , a charming play for anybody to hear . What do they have to pay ? ' Oh , INTRODUCTION xix.
... That play is a great favorite with the ' prentices , for it tells how one of their number became Lord Mayor of London . It is , however , a charming play for anybody to hear . What do they have to pay ? ' Oh , INTRODUCTION xix.
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... Lord Stanley over there at the left of the stage ; and that tall , handsome man in black and crimson is the great wit and fop , Tom Granton . If you want to know what the last fashion is , you have only to look at him . Now come up on ...
... Lord Stanley over there at the left of the stage ; and that tall , handsome man in black and crimson is the great wit and fop , Tom Granton . If you want to know what the last fashion is , you have only to look at him . Now come up on ...
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... Lord Townely , and had his ears boxed . He yelled Clubs , clubs , ' the war - cry of his kind , and all his fellows rushed to his rescue . Of course our pages pitched in , but Lord Townely would have had a hard time of it had not the ...
... Lord Townely , and had his ears boxed . He yelled Clubs , clubs , ' the war - cry of his kind , and all his fellows rushed to his rescue . Of course our pages pitched in , but Lord Townely would have had a hard time of it had not the ...
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Abbott actors Athenian Athens awake Bankside bless Bottom brier Burbadge called Cobweb dance dear DEIGHTON Demetrius dote doth dramatic edition editors Egeus Enter Exeunt Exit eyes F. G. Fleay fair fairy fear flowers folios follow Furness suggests gentle give Globe Globe Theatre grace hast hate hath hear heart Helena Henslowe Hermia Hippolyta hounds lady lion look lord Love's lovers Lysander masques meaning Midsummer Night's Dream moon Moonshine mounsieur Mustardseed never night Oberon Paul's Peaseblossom Peter Quince PHILOSTRATE play players prologue PUCK Pyramus quarto queen QUIN Re-enter roar Robin Robin Goodfellow SCENE sense Shakespeare Shakspere Shakspere's sing sleep SNOUT SNUG speak sport stage STARVELING sweet syllable tell theatres thee Theseus things Thisby Thisby's thou TITA Titania to-day true wall wonder wood word WRIGHT
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Page 28 - Hiems' thin and icy crown An odorous chaplet of sweet summer buds Is, as in mockery, set. The spring, the summer, The childing autumn, angry winter, change Their wonted liveries, and the mazed world, By their increase, now knows not which is which.
Page 84 - I have had a most rare vision. I have had a dream, past the wit of man to say what dream it was : man is but an ass, if he go about to expound this dream. Methought I was — there is no man can tell what. Methought I was, — and methought I had, — but man is but a patched fool, if he will offer to say what methought I had.
Page 108 - That the graves, all gaping wide, Every one lets forth his sprite, In the church-way paths to glide : And we fairies, that do run By the triple Hecate's team, From the presence of the sun, Following darkness like a dream, Now are frolic ; not a mouse Shall disturb this hallow'd house : I am sent with broom before, To sweep the dust behind the door.
Page xxv - Weep with me, all you that read This little story; And know, for whom a tear you shed Death's self is sorry. Twas a child that so did thrive In grace and feature, As heaven and nature seemed to strive Which owned the creature.
Page 7 - But earthlier happy is the rose distill'd Than that which, withering on the virgin thorn, Grows, lives, and dies in single blessedness.
Page 79 - I was with Hercules and Cadmus once, When in a wood of Crete they bay'd the bear With hounds of Sparta : never did I hear Such gallant chiding ; for, besides the groves, The skies, the fountains, every region near, Seem'd all one mutual cry : I never heard So musical a discord, such sweet thunder.
Page 110 - If we shadows have offended. Think but this, and all is mended, That you have but slumber'd here, While these visions did appear. And this weak and idle theme, No more yielding but a dream, Gentles, do not reprehend: If you pardon, we will mend.
Page 60 - We, Hermia, like two artificial gods, Have with our needles created both one flower, Both on one sampler, sitting on one cushion, Both warbling of one song, both in one key, As if our hands, our sides, voices and minds, Had been incorporate. So we grew together, Like to a double cherry, seeming parted, But yet an union in partition; 210 Two lovely berries moulded on one stem; So, with two seeming bodies, but one heart; Two of the first, like coats in heraldry, Due but to one and crowned with one...
Page 36 - 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 30 - Flying between the cold moon and the earth, Cupid all arm'd : a certain aim he took At a fair vestal throned by the west, And loosed his love-shaft smartly from his bow, As it should pierce a hundred thousand hearts : But I might see young Cupid's fiery shaft Quench'd in the chaste beams of the watery moon, And the imperial votaress passed on, In maiden meditation, fancy-free.