Shakespeare's A Midsummer Night's DreamCharles E. Merrill, 1910 - 139 Seiten |
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Seite 37
... kills himself most gallant for love . Bot . That will ask some tears in the true per- forming of it : if I do it , let the audience look to their eyes ; I will move storms , I will condole in some measure . To the rest : yet my chief ...
... kills himself most gallant for love . Bot . That will ask some tears in the true per- forming of it : if I do it , let the audience look to their eyes ; I will move storms , I will condole in some measure . To the rest : yet my chief ...
Seite 51
... kill cankers in the musk - rose buds , Some war with rere - mice for their leathern wings To make my small elves coats ; and some keep back The clamorous owl that nightly hoots and wonders At our quaint spirits . Sing me now asleep ...
... kill cankers in the musk - rose buds , Some war with rere - mice for their leathern wings To make my small elves coats ; and some keep back The clamorous owl that nightly hoots and wonders At our quaint spirits . Sing me now asleep ...
Seite 54
... kill - courtesy . Churl , upon thy eyes I throw All the power this charm doth owe . [ Squeezes the flower on LYSANDER'S eyelids When thou wak'st , let love forbid Sleep his seat on thy eyelid : So awake when I am gone , For I must now ...
... kill - courtesy . Churl , upon thy eyes I throw All the power this charm doth owe . [ Squeezes the flower on LYSANDER'S eyelids When thou wak'st , let love forbid Sleep his seat on thy eyelid : So awake when I am gone , For I must now ...
Seite 58
... kill himself ; which the ladies 10 cannot abide . How answer you that ? Snout . By ' r lakin , a parlous fear . Star . I believe we must leave the killing out , when all is done . Bot . Not a whit : I have a device to make all well ...
... kill himself ; which the ladies 10 cannot abide . How answer you that ? Snout . By ' r lakin , a parlous fear . Star . I believe we must leave the killing out , when all is done . Bot . Not a whit : I have a device to make all well ...
Seite 67
... kill me too . The sun was not so true unto the day As he to me : would he have stol'n away From sleeping Hermia ? I'll believe as soon This whole earth may be bor'd ; and that the moon May through the centre creep , and so displease Her ...
... kill me too . The sun was not so true unto the day As he to me : would he have stol'n away From sleeping Hermia ? I'll believe as soon This whole earth may be bor'd ; and that the moon May through the centre creep , and so displease Her ...
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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.