The Plays of William Shakespeare: With Notes of Various Commentators, Volume 3G. Kearsley [Printed, 1806 |
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Pagina 17
... Answer , as I call you . - Nick Bottom , the weaver . Bot . Ready : Name what part I am for , and proceed . Quin . You , Nick Bottom , are set down for Pyra- mus . Bot . What is Pyramus ? a lover , or a tyrant ? Quin . A lover , that ...
... Answer , as I call you . - Nick Bottom , the weaver . Bot . Ready : Name what part I am for , and proceed . Quin . You , Nick Bottom , are set down for Pyra- mus . Bot . What is Pyramus ? a lover , or a tyrant ? Quin . A lover , that ...
Pagina 36
... ladies cannot abide . How answer you that ? Snout . By'rlakin , a parlous fear . Star . I believe , we must leave the killing out , when all is done . Bot . Not a whit ; I have a device 36 MIDSUMMER - NIGHT'S DREAM .
... ladies cannot abide . How answer you that ? Snout . By'rlakin , a parlous fear . Star . I believe , we must leave the killing out , when all is done . Bot . Not a whit ; I have a device 36 MIDSUMMER - NIGHT'S DREAM .
Pagina 39
... that yet ; that you answer to Pyramus : you speak all your part at once , cues and all . - Pyramus enter ; your cue is past ; it is , never tire . Re - enter PUCK , and ВоттоM with an ass's MIDSUMMER - NIGHT'S DREAM . 39.
... that yet ; that you answer to Pyramus : you speak all your part at once , cues and all . - Pyramus enter ; your cue is past ; it is , never tire . Re - enter PUCK , and ВоттоM with an ass's MIDSUMMER - NIGHT'S DREAM . 39.
Pagina 41
... answer , nay ; — for , indeed , who would set his wit to so foolish a bird ? who would give a bird the lie , though he cry , cuckoo , never so ? Tita . I pray thee , gentle mortal , sing again : Mine ear is much enamour'd of thy note ...
... answer , nay ; — for , indeed , who would set his wit to so foolish a bird ? who would give a bird the lie , though he cry , cuckoo , never so ? Tita . I pray thee , gentle mortal , sing again : Mine ear is much enamour'd of thy note ...
Pagina 44
... answered , And forth my mimick comes : When they him spy , As wild geese that the creeping fowler eye , Or russet - pated choughs , many in sort , Rising and cawing at the gun's report Sever themselves , and madly sweep the sky ; So 44 ...
... answered , And forth my mimick comes : When they him spy , As wild geese that the creeping fowler eye , Or russet - pated choughs , many in sort , Rising and cawing at the gun's report Sever themselves , and madly sweep the sky ; So 44 ...
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Ansaldo Antonio Aquitain Armado Athens Bass Bassanio Biron blood bond Boyet Cost Costard dear Demetrius doth ducats duke Dull Dumain Enter Exeunt Exit eyes fair fairy father fear flesh fool forsworn gentle Giannetto give grace Gratiano hath hear heart heaven Helena Hermia Hippolyta honour Jessica JOHNSON Kath King l'envoy lady Laun Launcelot letter lion Longaville look lord Lorenzo love's LOVE'S LABOUR'S LOST lovers Lysander madam marry master MERCHANT OF VENICE mistress moon Moth musick Nath Navarre Nerissa never night o'er oath Oberon PHILOSTRATE play Pompey Portia praise pray princess Puck Pyramus Quin ring Salan Salar SCENE Shakspeare Shylock sleep soul speak STEEVENS swear sweet tell thee Theseus thing Thisby thou art thousand ducats Tita Titania told tongue true unto Venice WARBURTON word
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