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... LYSANDER , } DEMETRIUS , in love with Hermia . PHILOSTRATE , master of the revels to Theseus . QUINCE , a carpenter . SNUG , a joiner . BOTTOM , a weaver . FLUTE , a bellows - mender . SNOUT , a tinker . STARVELING , a tailor ...
... LYSANDER , } DEMETRIUS , in love with Hermia . PHILOSTRATE , master of the revels to Theseus . QUINCE , a carpenter . SNUG , a joiner . BOTTOM , a weaver . FLUTE , a bellows - mender . SNOUT , a tinker . STARVELING , a tailor ...
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... Lysander : and , my gracious duke , This man hath bewitch'd the bosom of Thou , thou , Lysander , thou hast given her rhymes , And interchanged love - tokens with my child : Thou hast by moonlight at her window sung , With feigning ...
... Lysander : and , my gracious duke , This man hath bewitch'd the bosom of Thou , thou , Lysander , thou hast given her rhymes , And interchanged love - tokens with my child : Thou hast by moonlight at her window sung , With feigning ...
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... Lysander . The . But in this kind , wanting your father's voice , The other must be held the worthier . Her . I would my father look'd but with my eyes . The . Rather your eyes must with his judgement look . Her . I do entreat your ...
... Lysander . The . But in this kind , wanting your father's voice , The other must be held the worthier . Her . I would my father look'd but with my eyes . The . Rather your eyes must with his judgement look . Her . I do entreat your ...
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... Lysander , yield Thy crazed title to my certain right . Lys . You have her father's love , Demetrius ; Let me have Hermia's : do you marry him . Ege . Scornful Lysander ! true , he hath my love , And what is mine my love shall render ...
... Lysander , yield Thy crazed title to my certain right . Lys . You have her father's love , Demetrius ; Let me have Hermia's : do you marry him . Ege . Scornful Lysander ! true , he hath my love , And what is mine my love shall render ...
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... Lysander and Hermia . Lys . How now , my love ! why is your cheek so pale ? How chance the roses there do fade so fast ? Her . Belike for want of rain , which I could well 130 Beteem them from the tempest of my eyes . Lys . Ay me ! for ...
... Lysander and Hermia . Lys . How now , my love ! why is your cheek so pale ? How chance the roses there do fade so fast ? Her . Belike for want of rain , which I could well 130 Beteem them from the tempest of my eyes . Lys . Ay me ! for ...
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art thou Athenian Athens awake Bergomask bless Bottom Bottom's blunder Chaucer's child Cobweb comedy Cupid's dance dead dear Demetrius dote doth Duke Edition Egeus Enter Puck Exeunt Exit eyes fairy fear flower Flute Folios read gentle gone grace green hast thou hate hath hear heart Helena Hermia Hippolyta honeysuckle hounds kill Knight's Tale lady lion lion's look lord love thee love's lovers Lyly's Lysander Master methinks Methought Midsummer Night's Dream moon Moonshine mounsieur Mustardseed never Nick Bottom night noble nuptial o'er Oberon Peaseblossom Peter Quince Philostrate pray prologue Puck Pyramus and Thisby Quartos and Folios queen Quin Quince's roar Robin Robin Goodfellow Scene scorn Shakespeare sing sleep Snout Snug speak sport Starveling stay sweet Tale tell Theseus thing Thisby's Thisne thou hast thou wakest Tita Titania tongue true unto vile vows wake wall wood woodbine
Beliebte Passagen
Seite 74 - I have had a most rare vision. I have had a dream, — past the wit of man to say what dream it was: — Man is but an ass if he go about to expound this dream.
Seite 70 - 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 25 - 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 woodbine, With sweet musk-roses, and with eglantine...
Seite 15 - Over hill, over dale, Thorough bush, thorough brier, Over park, over pale, Thorough flood, thorough fire, I do wander every where, Swifter than the moon's sphere; And I serve the fairy queen, To dew her orbs upon the green. The cowslips tall her pensioners be: In their gold coats spots you see; Those be rubies, fairy favours, In those freckles live their savours: I must go seek some dewdrops here, And hang a pearl in every cowslip's ear.
Seite 27 - Philomel, with melody Sing in our sweet lullaby; Lulla, lulla, lullaby ; lulla, lulla, lullaby ; Never harm, nor spell nor charm, Come our lovely lady nigh; So, good night, with lullaby.
Seite 21 - 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 19 - 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.
Seite 94 - 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 door.
Seite 22 - Cupid all arm'd: a certain aim he took At a fair vestal throned by the west, And loos'd his love-shaft smartly from his bow, As it should pierce a hundred thousand hearts: But I might see young Cupid's fiery shaft Quench'd in the chaste beams of the watery moon, And the imperial votaress passed on, In maiden meditation, fancy-free.
Seite 87 - The best in this kind are but shadows ; and the worst are no worse, if imagination amend them.