A Midsummer Night's DreamGinn and Heath, 1879 - 66 páginas |
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... Dead ? or asleep ? I see no blood , no wound .. Lysander , if you live , good sir , awake . ― - [ Exit . Lys . [ Waking . ] And run through fire I will for thy sweet sake . Transparent Helen ! Nature shows her art , That through thy ...
... Dead ? or asleep ? I see no blood , no wound .. Lysander , if you live , good sir , awake . ― - [ Exit . Lys . [ Waking . ] And run through fire I will for thy sweet sake . Transparent Helen ! Nature shows her art , That through thy ...
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... dead instead of dread . What sense dead should have there I fail to perceive . Dr. Johnson found dread written in the margin of his copy . Dem . I had rather give his carcass to my 36 ACT III . A MIDSUMMER-
... dead instead of dread . What sense dead should have there I fail to perceive . Dr. Johnson found dread written in the margin of his copy . Dem . I had rather give his carcass to my 36 ACT III . A MIDSUMMER-
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... dead , for aught that I can tell . Her . I pray thee , tell me , then , that he is well . Dem . An if I could , what should I get therefor ? Her . A privilege , never to see me more : — And from thy hated presence part I so : See me no ...
... dead , for aught that I can tell . Her . I pray thee , tell me , then , that he is well . Dem . An if I could , what should I get therefor ? Her . A privilege , never to see me more : — And from thy hated presence part I so : See me no ...
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... dead ? Although I hate her , I'll not harm her so . Her . What , can you do me greater harm than hate ? Hate me ! wherefore ? O me ! what means my love ? 24 Am not I Hermia ? Are not you Lysander ? I am as fair now as I was erewhile ...
... dead ? Although I hate her , I'll not harm her so . Her . What , can you do me greater harm than hate ? Hate me ! wherefore ? O me ! what means my love ? 24 Am not I Hermia ? Are not you Lysander ? I am as fair now as I was erewhile ...
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... dead Than common sleep , of all these five the sense . Tita . Music , ho ! music , such as charmeth sleep ! Puck . Now , when thou wak'st , with thine own fool's eyes peep . Obe . Sound , music ! [ Still Music . ] - Come , my Queen ...
... dead Than common sleep , of all these five the sense . Tita . Music , ho ! music , such as charmeth sleep ! Puck . Now , when thou wak'st , with thine own fool's eyes peep . Obe . Sound , music ! [ Still Music . ] - Come , my Queen ...
Términos y frases comunes
art thou Athenian Athens awake beard Bottom chide child Cobweb dance dead dear Demetrius dote doth Duke Dyce Egeus Enter PUCK Exeunt Exit eyes Fair Helena fairy fear flower FLUTE follow gentle give gone grace hast thou hate hath hear heart Hermia Hippolyta hounds Knight's Tale lady lantern lion look lord love thee lovers Lysander Master meaning merry Methinks MIDSUMMER-NIGHT'S DREAM monsieur Moon Moonshine Mustard-seed never Nick Bottom night o'er Oberon old copies passage Peas-blossom Peter Quince PHILOSTRATE play Poet Poet's pray prologue Pyramus and Thisbe Queen Quin QUINCE'S roar Robin Goodfellow Robin Starveling SCENE scorn sense Shakespeare shine sing sleep Snout Snug speak spirit sport STARVELING stol'n sweet tears tell Theseus things Thisbe's thou hast Thou shalt thou wak'st Tita Titania tongue true verse vile voice wake wall wonder wood word
Pasajes populares
Página 9 - 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. Her. If, then, true lovers have been ever cross'd, It stands as an edict in destiny : Then let us teach our trial patience,
Página 63 - Every one lets forth his sprite, 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.
Página 24 - Chorus. 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. 2 Fai. Weaving spiders, come not here ; Hence, you long-legged spinners, hence ! Beetles black, approach not near ; Worm nor snail, do no offence. Chorus. Philomel, with melody,
Página 15 - upon the green. The cowslips tall her pensioners be ; * In their gold coats spots you see: These 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. 7
Página 17 - Puck. Fairy, thou speak'st aright; I am that merry wanderer of the night. I jest to Oberon, and make him smile, When Ia fat and bean-fed horse beguile, Neighing in likeness of a filly foal: And sometime lurk I in a gossip's bowl, In very likeness of a roasted crab
Página 19 - 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 Hyenas' thin and icy crown 19 An odorous chaplet of sweet summer buds Is, as in
Página 31 - And I do love thee : therefore go with me ; I'll give thee fairies to attend on thee ; And they shall fetch thee jewels from the deep, And sing, while thou on pressed flowers dost sleep: And I will purge thy mortal grossness so, That thou shalt like an airy spirit go. — Peas-blossom ! Cobweb ! Moth ! and Mustard-seed!
Página 23 - thyme blows, Where ox-lips and the nodding violet grows; Quite over-canopied with lush woodbine, With sweet musk-roses, and with eglantine : And there the snake throws her enamell'd skin, Weed wide enough to wrap a fairy in. There sleeps Titania sometime of the night, Lull'd in
Página 16 - wild; But she perforce withholds the loved boy, Crowns him with flowers, and makes him all her joy: And now they never meet in grove or green, By fountain clear or spangled starlight sheen, But they do square; 6 that all their elves, for fear, Creep into acorn-cups, and hide them there.
Página 17 - Misleads night-wanderers, laughing at their harm ? Those that Hobgoblin call you, and sweet Puck, You do their work, and they shall have good luck: Are not you he ? 9 Puck. Fairy, thou speak'st aright; I am that merry wanderer of the night. I jest to Oberon, and make him smile, When Ia fat and bean-fed horse beguile,