The Plays of William Shakespeare: Accurately Printed from the Text of the Corrected Copy Left by the Late George Steevens, Esq. ; with Glossarial Notes, Volume 2 |
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Page 216
Enter EGEUS , HERMIA , LYSANDER , and DEMETRIUS . Ege . Happy be
Theseus , our renowned duke ! The . Thanks , good Egeus : What's the news with
thee ? Ege . Full of vexation come I , with complaint • Against my child , my
daughter ...
Enter EGEUS , HERMIA , LYSANDER , and DEMETRIUS . Ege . Happy be
Theseus , our renowned duke ! The . Thanks , good Egeus : What's the news with
thee ? Ege . Full of vexation come I , with complaint • Against my child , my
daughter ...
Page 239
Enter LYSANDER and Hermia . Lys . Fair love , you faint with wandering in the
wood ; And to speak troth , I have forgot our way ; We'll rest us , Hermia , if you
think it good , And tarry for the comfort of the day . Her . Be it so , Lysander : find
you ...
Enter LYSANDER and Hermia . Lys . Fair love , you faint with wandering in the
wood ; And to speak troth , I have forgot our way ; We'll rest us , Hermia , if you
think it good , And tarry for the comfort of the day . Her . Be it so , Lysander : find
you ...
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Where is . Demetrius ? O , how fit a word Is that vile name , to perish on my sword
! Hel . Do not say so , Lysander ; say not so : What though he love your Hermia ?
Lord , what though ? $ . In the dark Yet Hermia still loves you : then be content .
Where is . Demetrius ? O , how fit a word Is that vile name , to perish on my sword
! Hel . Do not say so , Lysander ; say not so : What though he love your Hermia ?
Lord , what though ? $ . In the dark Yet Hermia still loves you : then be content .
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Help me , Lysander , help me ! do : thy best , To pluck this crawling serpent from
my breast ! Ah me , for pity ! -what a dream was here ? Lysander , look , how I do
quake with fear : Methought a serpent eat my heart away , And you sat smiling at
...
Help me , Lysander , help me ! do : thy best , To pluck this crawling serpent from
my breast ! Ah me , for pity ! -what a dream was here ? Lysander , look , how I do
quake with fear : Methought a serpent eat my heart away , And you sat smiling at
...
Page 257
Hel . Never did mockers waste more idle breath . Dem . Lysander , keep thy
Hermia ; I will none : If e'er I lov'd her , all that love is gone . My heart with her but ,
as guest - wise , sojourn'd ; And now to Helen is it home return'd , There to remain
.
Hel . Never did mockers waste more idle breath . Dem . Lysander , keep thy
Hermia ; I will none : If e'er I lov'd her , all that love is gone . My heart with her but ,
as guest - wise , sojourn'd ; And now to Helen is it home return'd , There to remain
.
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| Title | The Plays of William Shakespeare: Accurately Printed from the Text of the Corrected Copy Left by the Late George Steevens, Esq. ; with Glossarial Notes, Volume 2 The Plays of William Shakespeare: Accurately Printed from the Text of the Corrected Copy Left by the Late George Steevens, Esq. ; with Glossarial Notes, William Shakespeare |
| Author | William Shakespeare |
| Publisher | J. Johnson, 1803 |
| Original from | the New York Public Library |
| Digitized | 28 Dec 2006 |
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