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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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h DemetriusDo, as a monster, fly my presence thus.What wicked and dissembling glass of mineMade me compare with Hermias sphery eyne ?But who is here ? Lysander ! on the ground ?Dead ? or asleep ? I see no blood, no wound.—Lysander, if you live, good sir, awake. Lysander (awaking). And run through fire I will for thy sweet sake. Transparent Helena ! Nature shews art,That through thy bosom makes me see thy heart. Where is Demetrius ? O, how fit a wordIs that vile name to perish on my sword ! Helena. Do not say so, Lysander ; say not so. What though he love your Hermia ? Lord, what though ?Yet Hermia still loves you : then be content. Lysander. Content with Hermia ! No ; I do repentThe tedious minutes I with her have spent.Not Hermia, but Helena I love :Who will not change a raven for a dove ?The will of man is by his reason swayd,And reason says you are the worthier maid.Things growing are not ripe until their season :So I, being young, till now ripe not to reason ; ACT II. 60 Sc. II.
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Fairy. Mislead night-wanderers, laughing at their harm? A MIDSUMMER NIGHTS DREAM And touching now the point of human skill,Reason becomes the marshal to my will,And leads me to your eyes ; where I oerlookLoves stories, written in loves richest book.Helena. Wherefore was I to this keen mockery born ?When at your hands did I deserve this scorn ?Ist not enough, ist not enough, young man,That I did never, no, nor never can,Deserve a sweet look from Demetrius eye,But you must flout my insufficiency ?Good troth, you do me wrong,—good sooth, you do, In such disdainful manner me to woo.But fare you well : perforce I must confessI thought you lord of more true gentleness.O, that a lady, of one man refused,Should of another therefore be abused ! (Exit. Lysander. She sees not Hermia. Hermia, sleep thou there : And never mayst thou come Lysander near !For as a surfeit of the sweetest thingsThe deepest loathing to the stomach brings,Or as the heresies that men do leaveAre hated most of those the

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