| A Midsummer-Night's Dream; With Introduction... Contributor(s): Shakespeare, William (Author) |
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ISBN: 0217666248 ISBN-13: 9780217666244 Publisher: Rarebooksclub.com OUR PRICE: $8.74 Product Type: Paperback Published: October 2012 * Not available - Not in print at this time * |
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| Physical Information: 0.11" H x 7.44" W x 9.69" (0.24 lbs) 52 pages |
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| Publisher Description: This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can usually download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1897 edition. Excerpt: ... make of it: Two bosoms interchained with an oath; So then two bosoms and a single troth. Then by your side no bed-room me deny; For lying so, Hermia, I do not lie. Her. Lysander riddles very prettily: Now much beshrew my manners and my pride, If Hermia meant to say, Lysander lied. But, gentle friend, for love and courtesy Lie further off; in human modesty, Such separation as may well be said Becomes a virtuous bachelor and a maid, So far be distant; and, good night, sweet friend: Thy love ne'er alter till thy sweet life end Lys. Amen, amen, to that fair prayer, say I; And then end life when I end loyalty Here is my bed: sleep give thee all his rest Her. With half that wish the wisher's eyes be press'd Enters. iThey sleep. Puck. Through the forest have I gone, But Athenian found I none, On whose eyes I might approve This flower's force in stirring love. Night and silence who is here? Weeds of Athens he doth wear: 6 That is, " understand the meaning of my innocence," or " my innocent meaning." This is he my master said Despised the Athenian maid; And here the maiden, sleeping sound, On the dank and dirty ground: Pretty soul she durst not lie Nearer this lack-love, this kill-courtesy.--Churl, upon thy eyes I throw All the power this charm doth owe.7 Squeezes the flower on Lysander's eyelids. When thou wakest, let love forbid Sleep his seat on thy eyelid: So awake when I am gone; For I must now to Oberon. Enter Demetrius and Helena, running. Hel. Stay, though thou kill me, sweet Demetrius. Dem. I charge thee, hence, and do not haunt me thus. Hel. O, wilt thou darkling leave me? 8 do not so. Dem. Stay, on thy peril: I alone will go. Exit. Hel. O, I am out of breath in this fond chase The more my prayer, the lesser is my grace. Happy is... |