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 215
Now , fair Hippolyta , our nuptial hour Draws on apace ; four happy days bring in
Another moon : but , oh , methinks , how slow This old moon wanes ! she lingers
my desires , Like to a step - dame , or a dowager , Long withering out a young ...
Now , fair Hippolyta , our nuptial hour Draws on apace ; four happy days bring in
Another moon : but , oh , methinks , how slow This old moon wanes ! she lingers
my desires , Like to a step - dame , or a dowager , Long withering out a young ...
Page 231
... with hymn or carol blest :Therefore the moon , the governess of floods , Pale in
her anger , washes all the air , That rheumatick diseases do abound : And
thorough this distemperature , we see The seasons alter : hoary - headed frosts
Fall in ...
... with hymn or carol blest :Therefore the moon , the governess of floods , Pale in
her anger , washes all the air , That rheumatick diseases do abound : And
thorough this distemperature , we see The seasons alter : hoary - headed frosts
Fall in ...
Page 245
Well , it shall be so . But there is two hard things ; that is , to bring the moon - light
into a chamber : for you know , Pyramus and Thisby meet by moon - light . Snug .
Doth the moon shine , that night we play our play ? Bot . A calendar , a calendar ...
Well , it shall be so . But there is two hard things ; that is , to bring the moon - light
into a chamber : for you know , Pyramus and Thisby meet by moon - light . Snug .
Doth the moon shine , that night we play our play ? Bot . A calendar , a calendar ...
Page 288
His discretion , I am sure , cannot carry his valour ; for the goose carries not the
fox . It is well : leave it to his discretion , and let us listen to the moon . Moon . •
This lantern doth the horned moon present : " Dem . He should have worn the
horns ...
His discretion , I am sure , cannot carry his valour ; for the goose carries not the
fox . It is well : leave it to his discretion , and let us listen to the moon . Moon . •
This lantern doth the horned moon present : " Dem . He should have worn the
horns ...
Page 289
Why , all these should be in the lantern ; for they are in the moon . But , silence ;
here comes Thisbe . Enter ThisBE . This . “ This is old Ninny's tomb : Where is my
love ? Lion . “ Oh , " [ The Lion roars .-- TILISE runs of : Dem . Well roared , lion .
Why , all these should be in the lantern ; for they are in the moon . But , silence ;
here comes Thisbe . Enter ThisBE . This . “ This is old Ninny's tomb : Where is my
love ? Lion . “ Oh , " [ The Lion roars .-- TILISE runs of : Dem . Well roared , lion .
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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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