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Work
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are treated as single work with 154 parts.
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Midsummer Night's Dream
[I, 1] |
Theseus |
50 |
What say you, Hermia? be advised fair maid:
To you your father should be as a god;
One that composed your beauties, yea, and one
To whom you are but as a form in wax
By him imprinted and within his power
To leave the figure or disfigure it.
Demetrius is a worthy gentleman.
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2 |
Midsummer Night's Dream
[II, 1] |
Helena |
570 |
You draw me, you hard-hearted adamant;
But yet you draw not iron, for my heart
Is true as steel: leave you your power to draw,
And I shall have no power to follow you.
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3 |
Midsummer Night's Dream
[II, 1] |
Helena |
577 |
And even for that do I love you the more.
I am your spaniel; and, Demetrius,
The more you beat me, I will fawn on you:
Use me but as your spaniel, spurn me, strike me,
Neglect me, lose me; only give me leave,
Unworthy as I am, to follow you.
What worser place can I beg in your love,—
And yet a place of high respect with me,—
Than to be used as you use your dog?
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4 |
Midsummer Night's Dream
[II, 1] |
Demetrius |
589 |
You do impeach your modesty too much,
To leave the city and commit yourself
Into the hands of one that loves you not;
To trust the opportunity of night
And the ill counsel of a desert place
With the rich worth of your virginity.
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5 |
Midsummer Night's Dream
[II, 1] |
Demetrius |
602 |
I'll run from thee and hide me in the brakes,
And leave thee to the mercy of wild beasts.
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6 |
Midsummer Night's Dream
[II, 1] |
Oberon |
622 |
Fare thee well, nymph: ere he do leave this grove,
Thou shalt fly him and he shall seek thy love.
[Re-enter PUCK]
Hast thou the flower there? Welcome, wanderer.
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7 |
Midsummer Night's Dream
[II, 2] |
Helena |
744 |
O, wilt thou darkling leave me? do not so.
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8 |
Midsummer Night's Dream
[II, 2] |
Lysander |
795 |
She sees not Hermia. Hermia, sleep thou there:
And never mayst thou come Lysander near!
For as a surfeit of the sweetest things
The deepest loathing to the stomach brings,
Or as tie heresies that men do leave
Are hated most of those they did deceive,
So thou, my surfeit and my heresy,
Of all be hated, but the most of me!
And, all my powers, address your love and might
To honour Helen and to be her knight!
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9 |
Midsummer Night's Dream
[III, 1] |
Starveling |
832 |
I believe we must leave the killing out, when all is done.
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10 |
Midsummer Night's Dream
[III, 1] |
Bottom |
868 |
Why, then may you leave a casement of the great
chamber window, where we play, open, and the moon
may shine in at the casement.
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11 |
Midsummer Night's Dream
[III, 2] |
Hermia |
1217 |
Dark night, that from the eye his function takes,
The ear more quick of apprehension makes;
Wherein it doth impair the seeing sense,
It pays the hearing double recompense.
Thou art not by mine eye, Lysander, found;
Mine ear, I thank it, brought me to thy sound
But why unkindly didst thou leave me so?
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12 |
Midsummer Night's Dream
[III, 2] |
Lysander |
1226 |
Lysander's love, that would not let him bide,
Fair Helena, who more engilds the night
Than all you fiery oes and eyes of light.
Why seek'st thou me? could not this make thee know,
The hate I bear thee made me leave thee so?
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13 |
Midsummer Night's Dream
[III, 2] |
Helena |
1368 |
A foolish heart, that I leave here behind.
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14 |
Midsummer Night's Dream
[IV, 1] |
Bottom |
1563 |
Give me your neaf, Mounsieur Mustardseed. Pray you,
leave your courtesy, good mounsieur.
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15 |
Midsummer Night's Dream
[V, 1] |
Theseus |
2077 |
His discretion, I am sure, cannot carry his valour;
for the goose carries not the fox. It is well:
leave it to his discretion, and let us listen to the moon.
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