Identifier: comediesofwillia02shak (find matches)
Title: The comedies of William Shakespeare
Year: 1896 (1890s)
Authors: Shakespeare, William, 1564-1616 Abbey, Edwin Austin, 1852-1911
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Publisher: New York : Harper and brothers
Contributing Library: University of California Libraries
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all never end.While I in this affair do thee employ,Ill to my queen, and beg her Indian boy ;And then I will her charmed eye releaseFrom monsters view, and all things shall be peace. Puck. My fairy lord, this must be done with haste;For nights swift dragons cut the clouds full fast,And yonder shines Auroras harbinger,At whose approach ghosts, wandring here and there,Troop home to church-yards : damned spirits all.That in cross-ways and floods have burial.Already to their wormy beds are gone;For fear lest day should look their shames upon,They wilfully themselves exile from light,And must for aye consort with black-browd night. Ober. But we are spirits of another sort.I with the mornings love have oft made sport;And, like a forester, the orroves mav tread.Even till the eastern gate, all fiery red.Opening on Neptune with fair blessed beams.Turns into yellow gold his salt-green streams. Plate 7BOTTOM AND TITANiA Midsummer-Nights Dream, acliii.. scene ^1 7 ^o. f^. .>#;iv jfi ** ,< w
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^^^^f A MIDSUMMER-NIGHTS DREAM 41 But, notwithstanding, haste, make no delay:We may effect this business yet ere day. \_ExiL Puck. Up and down, up and down, I will lead them up and down. I am feard in field and town. Goblin, lead them up and down.Here comes one. Enter Lysander. Lys. Where art thou, proud Demetrius) speak thou now.Puck. Here, villain; drawn and ready! Where art thou)Lys. I will be with thee straight.Piick. Follow me, then. To plainer ground. \_Exit Lysander. Eiiter Demetrius. Dem. Lysander! speak again. Thou runaway, thou coward, art thou fled)Speak. In some bush ) Where dost thou hide thy head ? Puck. Thou coward, art thou bragging to the stars,Telling the bushes that thou lookst for wars.And wilt not come ^. Come, recreant; come, thou child,Ill whip thee with a rod. He is defiledThat draws a sword on thee. Dem. Yea ; art thou there ^. Puck. Follow my voice ; well try no manhood here. \_Exeu7it.Re-enter Lysander. Lys. He goes before me, and still dares me on;When I co

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