The Stratford Shakspere: Midsummer night's dream. Merchant of Venice. As you like it. Taming of the shrew. All's well that ends well. Twelfth night. A winter's taleC:Griffin & Company, 1867 |
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... hast given her rhymes , And interchang'd love - tokens with my child : Thou hast by moonlight at her window sung , With feigning voice , verses of feigning love ; And stol'n the impression of her fantasy With bracelets of thy hair ...
... hast given her rhymes , And interchang'd love - tokens with my child : Thou hast by moonlight at her window sung , With feigning voice , verses of feigning love ; And stol'n the impression of her fantasy With bracelets of thy hair ...
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... vows that ever men have broke , In number more than ever women spoke ; In that same place thou hast appointed me , To morrow truly will I meet with thee . Lys . Keep promise , love : Look , here SCENE I. 6 A MIDSUMMER - NIGHT'S DREAM .
... vows that ever men have broke , In number more than ever women spoke ; In that same place thou hast appointed me , To morrow truly will I meet with thee . Lys . Keep promise , love : Look , here SCENE I. 6 A MIDSUMMER - NIGHT'S DREAM .
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... hast stolen away from fairy land , And in the shape of Corin sat all day , Playing on pipes of corn , and versing love To amorous Phillida . Why art thou here , Come from the farthest steep of India ? But that , forsooth , the bouncing ...
... hast stolen away from fairy land , And in the shape of Corin sat all day , Playing on pipes of corn , and versing love To amorous Phillida . Why art thou here , Come from the farthest steep of India ? But that , forsooth , the bouncing ...
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... Hast thou the flower there ? Welcome , wanderer . PUCK . Ay , there it is . ОВЕ . I pray thee , give it me . I know a bank where the wild thyme blows , Where ox - lips and the nodding violet grows ; Quite over - canopied with luscious ...
... Hast thou the flower there ? Welcome , wanderer . PUCK . Ay , there it is . ОВЕ . I pray thee , give it me . I know a bank where the wild thyme blows , Where ox - lips and the nodding violet grows ; Quite over - canopied with luscious ...
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... hast given me cause to curse . If thou hast slain Lysander in his sleep , Being o'er shoes in blood , plunge in the deep , And kill me too . The sun was not so true unto the day , As he to me : Would he have stolen away From sleeping ...
... hast given me cause to curse . If thou hast slain Lysander in his sleep , Being o'er shoes in blood , plunge in the deep , And kill me too . The sun was not so true unto the day , As he to me : Would he have stolen away From sleeping ...
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Antonio Appears BASS Bassanio better Bianca BION BIONDELLO Bohemia brother Camillo comes COUNT daughter dear Demetrius dost doth ducats DUKE Enter Exeunt Exit eyes fair faith father fear fool fortune gentle gentleman give Grumio hand hath hear heart heaven Helena Hermia Hippolyta hither honour Hortensio Illyria Kate KATH king knave lady LAUN LEON look lord Lucentio Lysander madam maid Malvolio marry master mistress never night Orlando Padua Petrucio play poor pray prithee PUCK Pyramus queen ring Rosalind Rousillon SCENE servant Shakspere SHEP Shylock signior Sir ANDREW AGUE-CHEEK sir Toby speak swear sweet tell thee there's Theseus thine thou art thou hast Titania tongue Tranio unto wife wilt word young youth
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Seite 193 - Made to his mistress" eyebrow. Then a soldier, Full of strange oaths, and bearded like the pard, Jealous in honour, sudden and quick in quarrel, Seeking the bubble reputation Even in the cannon's mouth. And then the justice, In fair round belly with good capon lin'd, With eyes severe and beard of formal cut, Full of wise saws and modern instances ; And so he plays his part. The sixth age shifts Into the lean and slipper'd pantaloon, With spectacles on nose and pouch on side ; His youthful hose, well...
Seite 112 - Hath not a Jew eyes? hath not a Jew hands, organs, dimensions, senses, affections, passions? fed with the same food, hurt with the same weapons, subject to the same diseases, healed by the same means, warmed and cooled by the same winter and summer, as a Christian is? If you prick us, do we not bleed? if you tickle us, do we not laugh? if you poison us, do we not die? and if you wrong us, shall we not revenge? If we are like you in the rest, we will resemble you in that. If a Jew wrong a Christian,...
Seite 18 - Since once I sat upon a promontory, And heard a mermaid, on a dolphin's back, Uttering such dulcet and harmonious breath, That the rude sea grew civil at her song ; And certain stars shot madly from their spheres, To hear the sea-maid's music ? Puck.
Seite 90 - And all for use of that which is mine own. Well then, it now appears you need my help : Go to, then ; you come to me, and you say ' Shylock, we would have moneys : ' you say so ; You, that did void your rheum upon my beard And foot me as you spurn a stranger cur Over your threshold : moneys is your suit. What should I say to you ? Should I not say ' Hath a dog money ? is it possible A cur can lend three thousand ducats...
Seite 143 - How sweet the moonlight sleeps upon this bank! Here will we sit, and let the sounds of music Creep in our ears: soft stillness and the night Become the touches of sweet harmony. Sit, Jessica. Look, how the floor of heaven Is thick inlaid with patines...
Seite 144 - The crow doth sing as sweetly as the lark, When neither is attended ; and, I think, The nightingale, if she should sing by day, When every goose is cackling, would be thought No better a musician than the wren.
Seite 90 - Signior Antonio, many a time and oft In the Rialto you have rated me About my moneys and my usances : Still have I borne it with a patient shrug, For sufferance is the badge of all our tribe. You call me misbeliever, cut-throat dog, And spit upon my Jewish gaberdine, And all for use of that which is mine own. Well then, it now appears you need my help : Go to, then ; you come to me, and you say ' Shylock, we would have moneys...