Midsummer night's dream. Merchant of Venice. As you like it. Taming of the shrew. All's well that ends well. Twelfth night; or, What you willG. Barrie & Son, 1894 |
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... present , the person of Moonshine . Then , there is another thing : we must have a wall in the great chamber ; for Pyramus and Thisby , says the story , did talk through the chink of a wall . Snout . You can never bring in a wall . What ...
... present , the person of Moonshine . Then , there is another thing : we must have a wall in the great chamber ; for Pyramus and Thisby , says the story , did talk through the chink of a wall . Snout . You can never bring in a wall . What ...
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... present Wall , that vile Wall which did these lovers sunder ; And through Wall's chink , poor souls , they are content To whisper . At the which let no man wonder . This man , with lanthorn , dog , and bush of thorn , Presenteth ...
... present Wall , that vile Wall which did these lovers sunder ; And through Wall's chink , poor souls , they are content To whisper . At the which let no man wonder . This man , with lanthorn , dog , and bush of thorn , Presenteth ...
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... present a wall ; And such a wall , as I would have you think , That had in it a crannied hole or chink , Through which the lovers , Pyramus and Thisby , Did whisper often very secretly . 161 This loam , this rough - cast and this stone ...
... present a wall ; And such a wall , as I would have you think , That had in it a crannied hole or chink , Through which the lovers , Pyramus and Thisby , Did whisper often very secretly . 161 This loam , this rough - cast and this stone ...
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... present ; - - Dem . He should have worn the horns on his head . The . He is no crescent , and his horns are in- visible within the circumference . Moon . This lanthorn doth the horned moon present ; Myself the man i ' the moon do seem ...
... present ; - - Dem . He should have worn the horns on his head . The . He is no crescent , and his horns are in- visible within the circumference . Moon . This lanthorn doth the horned moon present ; Myself the man i ' the moon do seem ...
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... present year : Therefore my merchandise makes me not sad . Salar . Why , then you are in love . Ant . Fie , fie ! Salar . Not in love neither ? Then let us say you are sad , Because you are not merry : and ' twere as easy For you to ...
... present year : Therefore my merchandise makes me not sad . Salar . Why , then you are in love . Ant . Fie , fie ! Salar . Not in love neither ? Then let us say you are sad , Because you are not merry : and ' twere as easy For you to ...
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Page 170 - And then the whining school-boy, with his satchel And shining morning face, creeping like snail Unwillingly to school. And then the lover, Sighing like furnace, with a woeful ballad Made to his mistress
Page 131 - How sweet the moonlight sleeps upon this bank! Here will we sit, and let the sounds of music Creep in our ears: soft stillness and the night Become the touches of sweet harmony. Sit, Jessica. Look, how the floor of heaven Is thick inlaid with patines...
Page 406 - Come away, come away, death, And in sad cypress let me be laid ; Fly away, fly away, breath ; I am slain by a fair cruel maid. My shroud of white, stuck all with yew, O, prepare it ! My part of death, no one so true Did share it. Not a flower, not a flower sweet, On my black coffin let there be strown ; Not a friend, not a friend greet My poor corpse, where my bones shall be thrown : A thousand thousand sighs to save, Lay me, O, where Sad true lover never find my grave, To weep there ! Duke.
Page 35 - All school-days' friendship, childhood innocence ? We, Hermia, like two artificial gods, Have with our needles created both one flower, Both on one sampler, sitting on one cushion, Both warbling of one song, both in one key ; As if our hands, our sides, voices, and minds, Had been incorporate. So we grew together, Like to a double cherry, seeming parted ; But yet...
Page 167 - And, looking on it with lack-lustre eye, Says very wisely, " It is ten o'clock : Thus we may see," quoth he, "how the world wags: '"Tis but an hour ago since it was nine ; And after one hour more 'twill be eleven ; And so, from hour to hour, we ripe and ripe, And then, from hour to hour, we rot and rot; And thereby hangs a tale.
Page 74 - How like a fawning publican he looks ! I hate him for he is a Christian ; But more for that in low simplicity He lends out money gratis, and brings down The rate of usance here with us in Venice. If I can catch him once upon the hip, I will feed fat the ancient grudge I bear him.