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Midsummer Night's Dream
[I, 1] |
Lysander |
138 |
Ay me! for aught that I could ever read,
Could ever hear by tale or history,
The course of true love never did run smooth;
But, either it was different in blood,—
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2 |
Midsummer Night's Dream
[I, 1] |
Lysander |
162 |
A good persuasion: therefore, hear me, Hermia.
I have a widow aunt, a dowager
Of great revenue, and she hath no child:
From Athens is her house remote seven leagues;
And she respects me as her only son.
There, gentle Hermia, may I marry thee;
And to that place the sharp Athenian law
Cannot pursue us. If thou lovest me then,
Steal forth thy father's house to-morrow night;
And in the wood, a league without the town,
Where I did meet thee once with Helena,
To do observance to a morn of May,
There will I stay for thee.
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3 |
Midsummer Night's Dream
[I, 2] |
Bottom |
327 |
Let me play the lion too: I will roar, that I will
do any man's heart good to hear me; I will roar,
that I will make the duke say 'Let him roar again,
let him roar again.'
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4 |
Midsummer Night's Dream
[II, 1] |
Oberon |
517 |
Well, go thy way: thou shalt not from this grove
Till I torment thee for this injury.
My gentle Puck, come hither. Thou rememberest
Since once I sat upon a promontory,
And heard a mermaid on a dolphin's back
Uttering such dulcet and harmonious breath
That the rude sea grew civil at her song
And certain stars shot madly from their spheres,
To hear the sea-maid's music.
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5 |
Midsummer Night's Dream
[II, 2] |
Hermia |
806 |
[Awaking] Help me, Lysander, help me! do thy best
To pluck this crawling serpent from my breast!
Ay me, for pity! what a dream was here!
Lysander, look how I do quake with fear:
Methought a serpent eat my heart away,
And you sat smiling at his cruel pray.
Lysander! what, removed? Lysander! lord!
What, out of hearing? gone? no sound, no word?
Alack, where are you speak, an if you hear;
Speak, of all loves! I swoon almost with fear.
No? then I well perceive you all not nigh
Either death or you I'll find immediately.
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6 |
Midsummer Night's Dream
[III, 1] |
Bottom |
940 |
I see their knavery: this is to make an ass of me;
to fright me, if they could. But I will not stir
from this place, do what they can: I will walk up
and down here, and I will sing, that they shall hear
I am not afraid.
[Sings]
The ousel cock so black of hue,
With orange-tawny bill,
The throstle with his note so true,
The wren with little quill,—
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7 |
Midsummer Night's Dream
[III, 2] |
Lysander |
1285 |
Stay, gentle Helena; hear my excuse:
My love, my life my soul, fair Helena!
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8 |
Midsummer Night's Dream
[IV, 1] |
Titania |
1571 |
What, wilt thou hear some music,
my sweet love?
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9 |
Midsummer Night's Dream
[IV, 1] |
Puck |
1644 |
Fairy king, attend, and mark:
I do hear the morning lark.
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10 |
Midsummer Night's Dream
[IV, 1] |
Theseus |
1657 |
Go, one of you, find out the forester;
For now our observation is perform'd;
And since we have the vaward of the day,
My love shall hear the music of my hounds.
Uncouple in the western valley; let them go:
Dispatch, I say, and find the forester.
[Exit an Attendant]
We will, fair queen, up to the mountain's top,
And mark the musical confusion
Of hounds and echo in conjunction.
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11 |
Midsummer Night's Dream
[IV, 1] |
Hippolyta |
1667 |
I was with Hercules and Cadmus once,
When in a wood of Crete they bay'd the bear
With hounds of Sparta: never did I hear
Such gallant chiding: for, besides the groves,
The skies, the fountains, every region near
Seem'd all one mutual cry: I never heard
So musical a discord, such sweet thunder.
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12 |
Midsummer Night's Dream
[IV, 1] |
Theseus |
1674 |
My hounds are bred out of the Spartan kind,
So flew'd, so sanded, and their heads are hung
With ears that sweep away the morning dew;
Crook-knee'd, and dew-lapp'd like Thessalian bulls;
Slow in pursuit, but match'd in mouth like bells,
Each under each. A cry more tuneable
Was never holla'd to, nor cheer'd with horn,
In Crete, in Sparta, nor in Thessaly:
Judge when you hear. But, soft! what nymphs are these?
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13 |
Midsummer Night's Dream
[IV, 1] |
Theseus |
1735 |
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 us
These 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,
We'll hold a feast in great solemnity.
Come, Hippolyta.
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14 |
Midsummer Night's Dream
[IV, 2] |
Quince |
1814 |
Let us hear, sweet Bottom.
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15 |
Midsummer Night's Dream
[IV, 2] |
Bottom |
1815 |
Not a word of me. All that I will tell you is, that
the duke hath dined. Get your apparel together,
good strings to your beards, new ribbons to your
pumps; meet presently at the palace; every man look
o'er his part; for the short and the long is, our
play is preferred. In any case, let Thisby have
clean linen; and let not him that plays the lion
pair his nails, for they shall hang out for the
lion's claws. And, most dear actors, eat no onions
nor garlic, for we are to utter sweet breath; and I
do not doubt but to hear them say, it is a sweet
comedy. No more words: away! go, away!
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16 |
Midsummer Night's Dream
[V, 1] |
Theseus |
1913 |
And we will hear it.
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17 |
Midsummer Night's Dream
[V, 1] |
Theseus |
1920 |
I will hear that play;
For never anything can be amiss,
When simpleness and duty tender it.
Go, bring them in: and take your places, ladies.
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Midsummer Night's Dream
[V, 1] |
Bottom |
2036 |
I see a voice: now will I to the chink,
To spy an I can hear my Thisby's face. Thisby!
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19 |
Midsummer Night's Dream
[V, 1] |
Demetrius |
2053 |
No remedy, my lord, when walls are so wilful to hear
without warning.
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20 |
Midsummer Night's Dream
[V, 1] |
Bottom |
2197 |
[Starting up] No assure you; the wall is down that
parted their fathers. Will it please you to see the
epilogue, or to hear a Bergomask dance between two
of our company?
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