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All's Athenian Athens Bertram bless captain Clown Count Rousillon COUNTESS dear Demetrius Diana doth dream drum DUDLEY HARDY Duke Egeus emendation Exeunt Exit eyes fair fairy Farewell father fear Florence Folio reading friends GENT gentle give gone grace hand hast hate hath hear heart heaven Helena Hermia Hippolyta honour infra KING knave lady LAFEU leave lion look lord lordship love's Love's Labour's Won lovers Lysander madam maid marry master means moon Moonshine mother mounsieur Narbon never Nick Bottom night noble Oberon PALACE Enter Parolles Peter Quince PHILOSTRATE pity play poor pray PUCK Pyramus Quartos queen QUIN Quince Re-enter ring SCENE sense Shakespeare sleep SNOUT SOLD speak supra sweet tell thee Theseus thine things Thisby thou art TITA Titania tongue virginity vows wall wife word young
Página 7 - But earthlier happy is the rose distill'd Than that which, withering on the virgin thorn, Grows, lives, and dies in single blessedness.
Página 73 - 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.
Página 19 - 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.
Página 27 - That very time I saw, (but thou couldst not,) Flying between the cold -moon and the earth, Cupid all arm'd: a certain aim he took At a fair vestal, throned by the west; And...
Página 9 - Swift as a shadow, short as any dream ; Brief as the lightning in the collied 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.
Página 26 - Nor would I have him till I do deserve him; Yet never know how that desert should be. I know I love in vain, strive against hope; Yet in this captious and intenible sieve I still pour in the waters of my love And lack not to lose still: thus, Indian-like, Religious in mine error, I adore The sun, that looks upon his worshipper, But knows of him no more.
Página 43 - They say miracles are past ; and we have our philosophical persons, to make modern and familiar, things supernatural and causeless. Hence is it that we make trifles of terrors ; ensconcing ourselves into seeming knowledge, when we should submit ourselves to an unknown fear.