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... from Hermia felt , So he dissolved , and showers of oaths did melt . I will go tell
him of fair Hermia ' s fight : Then to the wood will he to - morrow night Pursue her ;
and for this intelligence If I have thanks , it is a dear expense : But herein mean ...
... from Hermia felt , So he dissolved , and showers of oaths did melt . I will go tell
him of fair Hermia ' s fight : Then to the wood will he to - morrow night Pursue her ;
and for this intelligence If I have thanks , it is a dear expense : But herein mean ...
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An I may hide my face , let me play Thisby too , I ' ll speak in a monstrous little
voice , “ Thisne , Thisne ; ' * Ah Pyramus , my lover dear ! thy Thisby dear , and
lady dear ! ' Quin . No , no ; you must play Pyramus : and , Flute , you Thisby . Bot
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An I may hide my face , let me play Thisby too , I ' ll speak in a monstrous little
voice , “ Thisne , Thisne ; ' * Ah Pyramus , my lover dear ! thy Thisby dear , and
lady dear ! ' Quin . No , no ; you must play Pyramus : and , Flute , you Thisby . Bot
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What thou seest when thou dost wake , Do it for thy true - love take , Love and
languish for his sake : Be it ounce , or cat , or bear , 30 Pard , or boar with bristled
hair , In thy eye that shall appear When thou wakest , it is thy dear : Wake when ...
What thou seest when thou dost wake , Do it for thy true - love take , Love and
languish for his sake : Be it ounce , or cat , or bear , 30 Pard , or boar with bristled
hair , In thy eye that shall appear When thou wakest , it is thy dear : Wake when ...
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Thisby stand forth . Bot . Thisby , the flowers of odious savours sweet , Quin .
Odours , odours . Bot . . . . . . odours savours sweet : So hath thy breath , my
dearest Thisby dear . But hark , a voice ! stay thou but here awhile , And by and
by I will to ...
Thisby stand forth . Bot . Thisby , the flowers of odious savours sweet , Quin .
Odours , odours . Bot . . . . . . odours savours sweet : So hath thy breath , my
dearest Thisby dear . But hark , a voice ! stay thou but here awhile , And by and
by I will to ...
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About the wood go swifter than the wind , And Helena of Athens look thou find :
All fancy - sick she is and pale of cheer , With sighs of love , that costs the fresh
blood dear : By some illusion see thou bring her here : I ' ll charm his eyes
against ...
About the wood go swifter than the wind , And Helena of Athens look thou find :
All fancy - sick she is and pale of cheer , With sighs of love , that costs the fresh
blood dear : By some illusion see thou bring her here : I ' ll charm his eyes
against ...
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Page 14 - No night is now with hymn or carol blest : Therefore the moon, the governess of floods, Pale in her anger, washes all the air, That rheumatic diseases do abound : And thorough this distemperature we see The seasons alter : hoary-headed frosts Fall in the fresh lap of the crimson rose, And on old Hiems' thin and icy crown An odorous chaplet of sweet summer buds Is, as in mockery, set.
Page 71 - That it should come to this! But two months dead - nay, not so much, not two So excellent a king, that was to this Hyperion to a satyr, so loving to my mother That he might not beteem the winds of heaven Visit her face too roughly.
Page 3 - But earthlier happy is the rose distill'd, Than that which, withering on the virgin thorn, Grows, lives, and dies in single blessedness.
Page 63 - Now the hungry lion roars, And the wolf behowls the moon; Whilst the heavy ploughman snores, All with weary task fordone. Now the wasted brands do glow, Whilst the screech-owl, screeching loud, Puts the wretch that lies in woe In remembrance of a shroud.
Page 71 - And strait conjunction with this sex ; for either He never shall find out fit mate, but such As some misfortune brings him, or mistake ; Or whom he wishes most shall seldom gain Through her perverseness, but shall see her gain'd By a far worse ; or, if she love, withheld By parents ; or his happiest choice too late Shall meet, already link'd and wedlock-bound To a fell adversary, his hate or shame : Which infinite calamity shall cause To human life, and household peace confound.
Page 8 - Things base and vile, holding no quantity, Love can transpose to form and dignity. Love looks not with the eyes, but with the mind, And therefore is wing'd Cupid painted blind.
Page 69 - And Jacob said unto Pharaoh, The days of the years of my pilgrimage are an hundred and thirty years: few and evil have the days of the years of my life been, and have not attained unto the days of the years of the life of my fathers in the days of their pilgrimage.
Page 14 - 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. And this same progeny of evils comes From our debate, from our dissension; We are their parents and original.
Page 28 - Be kind and courteous to this gentleman ; Hop in his walks, and gambol in his eyes ; Feed him with apricocks and dewberries, -. With purple grapes, green figs, and mulberries. The honey-bags steal from the humble-bees, And for night-tapers crop their waxen thighs, And light them at the fiery glow-worm's eyes...
Page 136 - And overcome us like a summer's cloud, Without our special wonder ? You make me strange Even to the disposition that I...
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| Title | Select Plays; A Midsummer Night's Dream Clarendon press series. English classics |
| Author | William Shakespeare |
| Publisher | Clarendon Press, 1879 |
| Original from | the University of Michigan |
| Digitized | 3 Mar 2008 |
| Length | 147 pages |
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