Shakespeare's A Midsummer Night's DreamCharles E. Merrill, 1910 - 139 Seiten |
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... Quin . Is all our company here ? Bot . You were best to call them generally , man by man , according to the scrip . Quin . Here is the scroll of every man's name 336 [ ACT I A MIDSUMMER - NIGHT'S DREAM.
... Quin . Is all our company here ? Bot . You were best to call them generally , man by man , according to the scrip . Quin . Here is the scroll of every man's name 336 [ ACT I A MIDSUMMER - NIGHT'S DREAM.
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... Quin . Marry , our play is , The most lamentable Comedy and most cruel Death of Pyramus and Thisby . Bot . A very ... Quin . Answer as I call you . Nick Bottom , the weaver . Bot . Ready . Name what part I am for , and proceed . Quin ...
... Quin . Marry , our play is , The most lamentable Comedy and most cruel Death of Pyramus and Thisby . Bot . A very ... Quin . Answer as I call you . Nick Bottom , the weaver . Bot . Ready . Name what part I am for , and proceed . Quin ...
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... Quin . Francis Flute , the bellows - mender . Flu . Here , Peter Quince . Quin . You must take Thisby on you . 40 Flu . What is Thisby ? a wandering knight ? Quin . It is the lady that Pyramus must love . Flu . Nay , faith , let not me ...
... Quin . Francis Flute , the bellows - mender . Flu . Here , Peter Quince . Quin . You must take Thisby on you . 40 Flu . What is Thisby ? a wandering knight ? Quin . It is the lady that Pyramus must love . Flu . Nay , faith , let not me ...
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... Quin . You may do it extempore , for it is nothing 70 but roaring . Bot . Let me play the lion too : I will roar , that I will do any man's heart good to hear me ; I will roar , that I will make the duke say , ' Let him roar again , let ...
... Quin . You may do it extempore , for it is nothing 70 but roaring . Bot . Let me play the lion too : I will roar , that I will do any man's heart good to hear me ; I will roar , that I will make the duke say , ' Let him roar again , let ...
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... Quin . Some of your French crowns have no hair at all , and then you will play barefaced . But , mas- ters , here are your parts : and I am to entreat you , request you , and desire you , to con them by to- 100 morrow night ; and meet ...
... Quin . Some of your French crowns have no hair at all , and then you will play barefaced . But , mas- ters , here are your parts : and I am to entreat you , request you , and desire you , to con them by to- 100 morrow night ; and meet ...
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accented actors Athenian Athens awake Bergomask Bottom called character Cobweb Cupid's Cymbeline dance dear death Demetrius dote doth duke Egeus English Enter PUCK Exeunt Exit eyes fair fairy fear flower folios follow four lovers friends gentle give grace hast thou hate hath hear heart Helena Hermia Hippolyta hounds Knight's Tale lady lines lion look lord Love's lovers Lysander Lysander's married meaning methinks Midsummer-Night's Dream monsieur moon Moonshine Mustardseed never Nick Bottom night Nine Men's Morris o'er oath Oberon passion Peaseblossom Peter Quince PHILOSTRATE play pray prologue Puck Pyramus and Thisby quarto queen Quin Quince's Re-enter rhyme roar Robin Robin Goodfellow SCENE scorn Shakespeare shine sleep Snout Snug speak sport STARVELING sweet syllables tears tell Theseus thing Thisby's thou wak'st thought Tita Titania tongue true unto verb verse vows wall wood word
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Seite 110 - Now the wasted brands do glow, Whilst the screech-owl, screeching loud, Puts the wretch that lies in woe In remembrance of a shroud. Now it is the time of night 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...
Seite 47 - Yet mark'd I where the bolt of Cupid fell: It fell upon a little western flower, Before milk-white, now purple with love's wound, And maidens call it love-in-idleness.
Seite 89 - 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.
Seite 36 - 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.
Seite 32 - Ah me ! for aught that ever I could read, Could ever hear by tale or history, The course of true love never did run smooth : But, either it was different in blood ;— Her.
Seite 50 - I know a bank where the wild thyme blows, Where ox-lips and the nodding violet grows ; Quite over-canopied with luscious woodbine, With sweet musk-roses, and with eglantine...
Seite 93 - The eye of man hath not heard, the ear of man hath not seen ; man's hand is not able to taste, his tongue to conceive, nor his heart to report, what my dream was.
Seite 32 - War, death, or sickness did lay siege to it; Making it momentany as a sound, Swift as a shadow, short as any dream ; Brief as the lightning in the collied night, That, in a spleen, unfolds both heaven and earth, And ere a man hath power to say, — Behold ! The jaws of darkness do devour it up : So quick bright things come to confusion.
Seite 111 - No more yielding but a dream, Gentles, do not reprehend: If you pardon, we will mend.
Seite 104 - The best in this kind are but shadows; and the worst are no worse, if imagination amend them.