The Plays of William Shakespeare: With Notes of Various Commentators, Volume 3G. Kearsley [Printed, 1806 |
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... sleeping eye - lids laid , Will make or man or woman madly dote Upon the next live creature that it sees . Fetch me this herb ; and be thou here again , Ere the leviathan can swim a league . Puck . I'll put a girdle round about the ...
... sleeping eye - lids laid , Will make or man or woman madly dote Upon the next live creature that it sees . Fetch me this herb ; and be thou here again , Ere the leviathan can swim a league . Puck . I'll put a girdle round about the ...
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... sleeps Titania , some time of the night , Lull'd in these flowers with dances and delight ; And there the snake throws her enamel'd skin , Weed wide enough to wrap a fairy in : And with the juice of this I'll streak her eyes , And make ...
... sleeps Titania , some time of the night , Lull'd in these flowers with dances and delight ; And there the snake throws her enamel'd skin , Weed wide enough to wrap a fairy in : And with the juice of this I'll streak her eyes , And make ...
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... sleeps . Enter OBERON . Obe . What thou seest , when thou dost wake , [ Squeezes the flower on TITANIA's eye - lids . Do it for thy true love take ; Love , and languish for his sake : Be it ounce 37 , or cat , or bear , Pard , or boar ...
... sleeps . Enter OBERON . Obe . What thou seest , when thou dost wake , [ Squeezes the flower on TITANIA's eye - lids . Do it for thy true love take ; Love , and languish for his sake : Be it ounce 37 , or cat , or bear , Pard , or boar ...
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... Sleep give thee all his rest ! Her . With half that wish the wisher's eyes be [ They sleep . press'd ! Enter PUCK . Puck . Through the forest have I gone , But Athenian found I none , On whose eyes I might approve This flower's force in ...
... Sleep give thee all his rest ! Her . With half that wish the wisher's eyes be [ They sleep . press'd ! Enter PUCK . Puck . Through the forest have I gone , But Athenian found I none , On whose eyes I might approve This flower's force in ...
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... sleeping sound , On the dank and dirty ground . Pretty soul ! she durst not lie Near this lack - love , kill - courtesy . Churl , upon thy eyes I throw All the power this charm doth owe : When thou wak'st , let love forbid Sleep his ...
... sleeping sound , On the dank and dirty ground . Pretty soul ! she durst not lie Near this lack - love , kill - courtesy . Churl , upon thy eyes I throw All the power this charm doth owe : When thou wak'st , let love forbid Sleep his ...
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Page 343 - Nay, take my life and all; pardon not that: You take my house, when you do take the prop That doth sustain my house; you take my life, When you do take the means whereby I live.
Page 217 - When all aloud the wind doth blow, And coughing drowns the parson's saw, And birds sit brooding in the snow, And Marian's nose looks red and raw, When roasted crabs hiss in the bowl, Then nightly sings the staring owl, Tu-whit; Tu-who, a merry note, While greasy Joan doth keel the pot.
Page 216 - When shepherds pipe on oaten straws And merry larks are ploughmen's clocks, When turtles tread, and rooks, and daws, And maidens bleach their summer smocks, The cuckoo then, on every tree, Mocks married men ; for thus sings he, Cuckoo ; Cuckoo, cuckoo : O word of fear, Uupleasing to a married ear!
Page 259 - In sooth, I know not why I am so sad : It wearies me ; you say it wearies you ; But how I caught it, found it, or came by it, What stuff 'tis made of, whereof it is born, I am to learn ; And such a want-wit sadness makes of me. That I have much ado to know myself.
Page 347 - The moon shines bright: — In such a night as this, When the sweet wind did gently kiss the trees, And they did make no noise; in such a night, Troilus, methinks, mounted the Trojan walls, And sigh'd his soul toward the Grecian tents, Where Cressid lay that night.
Page 306 - I am a Jew : Hath not a Jew eyes ? hath not a Jew hands, organs, dimensions, senses, affections, passions ? fed with the same food, hurt with the same weapons, subject to the same diseases, healed by the same means, warmed and cooled by the same winter and summer, as a Christian is ? if you prick us, do we not bleed ? if you tickle us, do we not laugh ? if you poison us, do we not die ? and if you wrong us, shall we not revenge ? if we are like you in the rest, we will resemble you in that. If a...
Page 70 - I had. The eye of man hath not heard, the ear of man hath not seen ; man's hand is not able to taste, his tongue to conceive, nor his heart to report, what my dream was.
Page 350 - 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 of bright gold: There's not the smallest orb which thou behold'st But in his motion like an angel sings, Still quiring to the young-eyed cherubins; Such harmony is in immortal souls; But whilst this muddy vesture of decay Doth grossly close it in, we...
Page 351 - Since nought so stockish, hard, and full of rage, But music for the time doth change his nature. The man that hath no music in himself, Nor is not mov'd with concord of sweet sounds, Is fit for treasons, stratagems, and spoils : The motions of his spirit are dull as night, And his affections dark as Erebus. Let no such man be trusted.
Page 266 - If to do were as easy as to know what were good to do, chapels had been churches, and poor men's cottages, princes