The Plays of William Shakespeare, Tập 1Charles Willliams, 1813 - 913 trang |
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... Hermia Lyander , 2 Demetrius , S in love with Hermia . PERSONS REPRESENTED . Philostrate , master of the revels to Theseus . Quince , the carpenter . Sang , the joiner , Bottura , the vocaver . Flate , the bellows - mender . Snout , the ...
... Hermia Lyander , 2 Demetrius , S in love with Hermia . PERSONS REPRESENTED . Philostrate , master of the revels to Theseus . Quince , the carpenter . Sang , the joiner , Bottura , the vocaver . Flate , the bellows - mender . Snout , the ...
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... Hermia - And , Lysander , yield Thy crazed title to my certain right . Lys . You have her father's love , Demetrius ; Let me have Hermia's : do you marry him . Ege . Scornful Lysander ! true , he hath my love ; And what is nine my love ...
... Hermia - And , Lysander , yield Thy crazed title to my certain right . Lys . You have her father's love , Demetrius ; Let me have Hermia's : do you marry him . Ege . Scornful Lysander ! true , he hath my love ; And what is nine my love ...
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... Hermia . - Helena , adieu : As you on him , Demetrius dote on you ! Hel . How happy some , o'er other some can be ! Through Athens I am thought as fair as she . But what of that ? Demetrius thinks not so ; He will not know what all but ...
... Hermia . - Helena , adieu : As you on him , Demetrius dote on you ! Hel . How happy some , o'er other some can be ! Through Athens I am thought as fair as she . But what of that ? Demetrius thinks not so ; He will not know what all but ...
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... Hermia ? The one I'll slay , the other slayeth me . Thou told'st me , they were stol'n into this wood , And here am I , and wood within this wood , Because I cannot meet my Hermia . Hence , get thee gone , and follow me no more . Hel ...
... Hermia ? The one I'll slay , the other slayeth me . Thou told'st me , they were stol'n into this wood , And here am I , and wood within this wood , Because I cannot meet my Hermia . Hence , get thee gone , and follow me no more . Hel ...
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... Hermia ? Lord , what though ? Yet Hermia still loves you : then be content . Lys . Content with Hermia ? No : I do repent The tedious minutes I with her have spent . Not Hermia , but Helena now I love : Who will not change a raven for a ...
... Hermia ? Lord , what though ? Yet Hermia still loves you : then be content . Lys . Content with Hermia ? No : I do repent The tedious minutes I with her have spent . Not Hermia , but Helena now I love : Who will not change a raven for a ...
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Trang 448 - Let him depart ; his passport shall be made, And crowns for convoy put into his purse : We would not die in that man's company, That fears his fellowship to die with us. This day is...
Trang 407 - When we mean to build, We first survey the plot, then draw the model ; And when we see the figure of the house, Then must we rate the cost of the erection ; Which if we find outweighs ability, What do we then but draw anew the model In fewer offices, or at last desist To build at all...
Trang 316 - Nature seems dead, and wicked dreams abuse The curtain'd sleep ; witchcraft celebrates Pale Hecate's offerings ; and wither'd murder, Alarum'd by his sentinel, the wolf, Whose howl's his watch, thus with his stealthy pace, With Tarquin's ravishing strides, towards his design Moves like a ghost. Thou sure and firm-set earth, Hear not my steps, which way they walk, for fear Thy very stones prate of my whereabout, And take the present horror from the time, Which now suits with it.
Trang 414 - With deaf'ning clamours in the slippery clouds, That, with the hurly, death itself awakes ? Canst thou, O partial sleep! give thy repose To the wet sea-boy in an hour so rude; And, in the calmest and most stillest night, With all appliances and means to boot, Deny it to a king ? Then, happy low, lie down ! Uneasy lies the head that wears a crown.
Trang 448 - This story shall the good man teach his son; And Crispin Crispian shall ne'er go by, From this day to the ending of the world, But we in it shall be remembered; We few, we happy few, we band of brothers...
Trang 448 - We few, we happy few, we band of brothers ; For he to-day that sheds his blood with me Shall be my brother ; be he ne'er so vile, This day shall gentle his condition...
Trang 78 - ... accommodations that thou bear'st, Are nurs'd by baseness ; Thou art by no means valiant ; For thou dost fear the soft and tender fork Of a poor worm ; Thy best of rest is sleep, And that thou oft provok'st ; yet grossly fear'st Thy death which is no more.
Trang 314 - Come, you spirits That tend on mortal thoughts, unsex me here, And fill me, from the crown to the toe, top-full Of direst cruelty ! make thick my blood, Stop up the access and passage to remorse...