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Title: Shakespeare's comedy of A midsummer-night's dream
Year: 1914 (1910s)
Authors: Shakespeare, William, 1564-1616 Robinson, W. Heath (William Heath), 1872-1944, ill
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Publisher: New York : H. Holt
Contributing Library: New York Public Library
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followd them,Fair Helena in fancy following me.But, my good lord, I wot not by what power,But by some power it is,—my love to Hermia,Melted as the snow, seems to me nowAs the remembrance of an idle gaud,Which in my childhood I did dote upon ;And all the faith, the virtue of my heart,The object and the pleasure of mine eye,Is only Helena. To her, my lord,Was I betrothd ere I saw Hermia :But, like in sickness, did I loathe this food ;But, as in health, come to my natural taste,Now do I wish it, love it, long for it,And will for evermore be true to it. Theseus. Fair lovers, you are fortunately met :Of this discourse we more will hear anon.Egeus, I will overbear your will ;For in the temple, by and by, with usThese couples shall eternally be knit :And, for the morning now is something worn,Our purposed hunting shall be set aside.Away with us to Athens ! three and three,Well hold a feast in great solemnity.Come, Hippolyta. \Exeunt Theseus, Hippolyta, Egeus, and train. ACT IV. 138 Sc. I.
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Demetrius. Thou runaway, thou coward, art thou fled ? A MIDSUMMER NIGHTS DREAM Demetrius. These things seem small and undistinguish- able,Like far-off mountains turned into clouds. Hermia. Methinks I see these things with parted eye,When every thing seems double. Helena. So methinks : And I have found Demetrius like a jewel,Mine own, and not mine own. Demetrius. Are you sure That we are awake ? It seems to me,That yet we sleep, we dream. Do not you thinkThe Duke was here, and bid us follow him ? Hermia. Yea ; and my father. Helena. And Hippolyta. Lysander. And he did bid us follow to the temple. Demetrius. Why then, we are awake: lets follow him;And by the way let us recount our dreams. \JLxeunt. Bottom. \^Awaking^\ When my cue comes, call me,and I will answer : my next is, Most fairPyramus. Heigh-ho !—Peter Quince ! Flute, thebellows-mender ! Snout, the tinker ! Starveling!—Gods my life, stolen hence, and left me asleep !I have had a most rare vision. I have had adream, past the

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