The Dramatic Works of William Shakspeare: Midsummer-night's dream. Love's labor's lost. Merchant of Venice. As you like it. All's well that ends well. Taming of the shrewHilliard, Gray,, 1839 |
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... stay for thee . Her . My good Lysander ! I swear to thee , by Cupid's strongest bow ; By his best arrow , with the golden head ; By the simplicity of Venus ' doves ; By that which knitteth souls , and prospers loves ; And by that fire ...
... stay for thee . Her . My good Lysander ! I swear to thee , by Cupid's strongest bow ; By his best arrow , with the golden head ; By the simplicity of Venus ' doves ; By that which knitteth souls , and prospers loves ; And by that fire ...
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... stay ? Tita . Perchance , till after Theseus ' wedding - day . you will patiently dance in our round , And see our moon - light revels , go with us ; If not , shun me , and I will spare your haunts . Obe . Give me that boy , and I will ...
... stay ? Tita . Perchance , till after Theseus ' wedding - day . you will patiently dance in our round , And see our moon - light revels , go with us ; If not , shun me , and I will spare your haunts . Obe . Give me that boy , and I will ...
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... stay thy questions . Let me go ; Or , if thou follow me , do not believe But I shall do thee mischief in the wood . Hel . Ay , in the temple , in the town , the field , You do me mischief . Fie , Demetrius ! Your wrongs do set a scandal ...
... stay thy questions . Let me go ; Or , if thou follow me , do not believe But I shall do thee mischief in the wood . Hel . Ay , in the temple , in the town , the field , You do me mischief . Fie , Demetrius ! Your wrongs do set a scandal ...
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... Stay , though thou kill me , sweet Demetrius . Dem . I charge thee , hence , and do not haunt me thus . Hel . O , wilt thou darkling leave me ? Do not so . Dem . Stay , on thy peril ; I alone will go . [ Exit DEMETRius . Hel . O , I am ...
... Stay , though thou kill me , sweet Demetrius . Dem . I charge thee , hence , and do not haunt me thus . Hel . O , wilt thou darkling leave me ? Do not so . Dem . Stay , on thy peril ; I alone will go . [ Exit DEMETRius . Hel . O , I am ...
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... Stay thou but here awhile , And by and by I will to thee appear . Puck . A stranger Pyramus than e'er played here ! This . Must I speak now ? [ Exit . [ Aside . - Exit . Quin . Ay , marry , must you ; for you must under- stand , he goes ...
... Stay thou but here awhile , And by and by I will to thee appear . Puck . A stranger Pyramus than e'er played here ! This . Must I speak now ? [ Exit . [ Aside . - Exit . Quin . Ay , marry , must you ; for you must under- stand , he goes ...
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Сторінка 277 - The seasons' difference ; as, the icy fang, And churlish chiding of the winter's wind ; Which when it bites and blows upon my body, Even till I shrink with cold, I smile, and say, — This is no flattery : these are counsellors, That feelingly persuade me what I am.
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