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Midsummer Night's Dream
[II, 2] |
Puck |
722 |
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:
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
Near this lack-love, this kill-courtesy.
Churl, upon thy eyes I throw
All the power this charm doth owe.
When thou wakest, let love forbid
Sleep his seat on thy eyelid:
So awake when I am gone;
For I must now to Oberon.
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2 |
Midsummer Night's Dream
[IV, 1] |
Oberon |
1629 |
Silence awhile. Robin, take off this head.
Titania, music call; and strike more dead
Than common sleep of all these five the sense.
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3 |
Midsummer Night's Dream
[IV, 1] |
Oberon |
1646 |
Then, my queen, in silence sad,
Trip we after the night's shade:
We the globe can compass soon,
Swifter than the wandering moon.
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Midsummer Night's Dream
[V, 1] |
Theseus |
1929 |
The kinder we, to give them thanks for nothing.
Our sport shall be to take what they mistake:
And what poor duty cannot do, noble respect
Takes it in might, not merit.
Where I have come, great clerks have purposed
To greet me with premeditated welcomes;
Where I have seen them shiver and look pale,
Make periods in the midst of sentences,
Throttle their practised accent in their fears
And in conclusion dumbly have broke off,
Not paying me a welcome. Trust me, sweet,
Out of this silence yet I pick'd a welcome;
And in the modesty of fearful duty
I read as much as from the rattling tongue
Of saucy and audacious eloquence.
Love, therefore, and tongue-tied simplicity
In least speak most, to my capacity.
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5 |
Midsummer Night's Dream
[V, 1] |
Theseus |
2012 |
Pyramus draws near the wall: silence!
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6 |
Midsummer Night's Dream
[V, 1] |
Demetrius |
2099 |
Why, all these should be in the lanthorn; for all
these are in the moon. But, silence! here comes Thisbe.
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