Select Plays; A Midsummer Night's DreamClarendon Press, 1879 - 147 pages |
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Page 17
... follow me no more . Hel . You draw me , you hard - hearted adamant : But yet you draw not iron , for my heart Is true as steel : leave you your power to draw , And I shall have no power to follow you . Dem . Do I entice you ? do I speak ...
... follow me no more . Hel . You draw me , you hard - hearted adamant : But yet you draw not iron , for my heart Is true as steel : leave you your power to draw , And I shall have no power to follow you . Dem . Do I entice you ? do I speak ...
Page 18
... follow me , do not believe But I shall do thee mischief in the wood . Hel . Ay , in the temple , in the town , the field , You do me mischief . Fie , Demetrius ! Your wrongs do set a scandal on my sex : 220 230 240 We cannot fight for ...
... follow me , do not believe But I shall do thee mischief in the wood . Hel . Ay , in the temple , in the town , the field , You do me mischief . Fie , Demetrius ! Your wrongs do set a scandal on my sex : 220 230 240 We cannot fight for ...
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... follow you , I'll lead you about a round , Through bog , through bush , through brake , through brier : Sometime a horse I'll be , sometime a hound , A hog , a headless bear , sometime a fire ; And neigh , and bark , and grunt , and ...
... follow you , I'll lead you about a round , Through bog , through bush , through brake , through brier : Sometime a horse I'll be , sometime a hound , A hog , a headless bear , sometime a fire ; And neigh , and bark , and grunt , and ...
Page 36
... follow me and praise my eyes and face ? And made your other love , Demetrius , Who even but now did spurn me with his foot , To call me goddess , nymph , divine and rare , Precious , celestial ? Wherefore speaks he this To her he hates ...
... follow me and praise my eyes and face ? And made your other love , Demetrius , Who even but now did spurn me with his foot , To call me goddess , nymph , divine and rare , Precious , celestial ? Wherefore speaks he this To her he hates ...
Page 37
... follow , But yet come not : you are a tame man , go ! 251 4+ Lys . Hang off , thou cat , thou burr ! vile thing , let loose , Or I will shake thee from me like a serpent ! 261 Her . Why are you grown so rude ? what change is this ...
... follow , But yet come not : you are a tame man , go ! 251 4+ Lys . Hang off , thou cat , thou burr ! vile thing , let loose , Or I will shake thee from me like a serpent ! 261 Her . Why are you grown so rude ? what change is this ...
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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...