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Abbess Abbey AEgeon AEmilia Angelo Ant of Syr Antipholis of Ephesus Antipholis of Syracuse arrested Balthazar bear behold blows bracelet brother Centaur Cerimon Chares Cleon COMEDY OF ERRORS Corinth deny din’d dine door dost thou doth Dromio of Ephesus Dromio of Syracuse Enter Adriana Enter Antipholis Enter Dromio Enter Luciana Epidamnum Ereunt Erit Dromio Ev’n fair fetch gentle gold goldsmith greenwood tree hand hath hear heart Heaven hence Hermia hinder'd hither hour HOUSE OF ANTIPHOLIS husband jewel joys Lesbia lock'd look lord mart merry minion mistress ne'er never officer Pinch poor pray promis'd quoth reverend ring say'st SCENE sent sister Solinus SONG sooth soul speak stay strange sure sweet Syracusan tell thee thou art thousand marks thyself to-day To-who unto villain wife woman world goes round
Pagina 53 - TAKE , O take those lips away That so sweetly were forsworn, And those eyes, the break of day, Lights that do mislead the morn : But my kisses bring again, Bring again Seals of love, but sealed in vain, Sealed in vain!
Pagina 6 - It was a lover and his lass, With a hey, and a ho, and a hey nonino, That o'er the green corn-field did pass In the spring time, the only pretty ring time, When birds do sing, hey ding a ding, ding : Sweet lovers love the spring.
Pagina 45 - Tu-who, a merry note, While greasy Joan doth keel the pot. 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.
Pagina 6 - This carol they began that hour, With a hey, and a ho, and a hey nonino, How that a life was but a flower In spring time, &C. And therefore take the present time, With a hey, and a ho, and a hey nonino ; For love is crowned with the prime In spring time, &c.
Pagina 55 - Every thing did banish moan, Save the nightingale alone : She, poor bird, as all forlorn, Lean'd her breast up-till a thorn, And there sung the dolefull'st ditty, That to hear it was great pity :
Pagina 18 - The poor soul sat sighing by a sycamore tree, Sing all a green willow ; Her hand on her bosom, her head on her knee, Sing willow, willow, willow...
Pagina 28 - Under the greenwood tree Who loves to lie with me, And tune his merry note Unto the sweet bird's throat — Come hither, come hither, come hither! Here shall he see No enemy But winter and rough weather. Who doth ambition shun And loves to live i' the sun, Seeking the food he eats And pleased with what he gets — Come hither, come hither, come hither!
Pagina 36 - The shepherd swains shall dance and sing For thy delight each May morning: If these delights thy mind may move, Then live with me and be my love.
Pagina 70 - Lo, here the gentle lark, weary of rest, From his moist cabinet mounts up on high, And wakes the morning, from whose silver breast The sun ariseth in his majesty; Who doth the world so gloriously behold, That cedar-tops and hills seem burnish'd gold.