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Title: A midsummer-night's dream
Year: 1874 (1870s)
Authors: Shakespeare, William, 1564-1616 Fredericks, Alfred, illus
Subjects: Courtship
Publisher: New York, D. Appleton and company
Contributing Library: The Library of Congress
Digitizing Sponsor: Sloan Foundation

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hat fire which burnd the Carthage queen,When the false Trojan under sail was seen;By all the vows that ever men have broke,In number more than ever women spoke;—In that same place thou hast appointed me,To-morrow truly will I meet with thee. I. vs. Keep promise, love. Look, here comes Helena. Enter HELENA. Her. God speed fair Helena ! Whither away ? Hel. Call you me fair? that fair again unsay.Demetrius loves your fair : O happy fair !Your eyes are lode-stars; and your tongues sweet airMore tuneable than lark to shepherds ear,When wheat is green, when hawthorn buds appear.Sickness is catching: O, were favor so,Yours would I catch, fair Hermia ! ere I go,My car should catch your voice, my eye your eye,My tongue should catch your tongues sweet melody.Were the world mine, Demetrius being bated,The rest Ill give to be to you translated.O, teach me how you look; and with what artYou sway the motion of Demetrius heart! Her. I frown upon him, yet he loves me still. MIDSUMMER- NIGHTS DREAM.
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• that your frowns would teach my smiles such skill!yet he gives me love.that my prayers could such affection move!//■> 1 In- more I hate, the more he follows me. 16 MIDSUMMER-NIGHTS DREAM. Hel. The more I love, the more he hateth me. Her. His folly, Helena, is no fault of mine. Hel. None, but your beauty : would that fault were mine ! Her. Take comfort: he no more shall see my face;Lysander and myself will fly this place.—Before the time I did Lysander sec,Seemd Athens as a paradise to me:O, then, what graces in my love do dwell,That he hath turnd a heaven unto a hell ! Lys. Helen, to you our minds we will unfold:To-morrow night, when Phoebe doth beholdHer silver visage in the watry glass,Decking with liquid pearl the bladed grass,(A time that lovers flights cloth still conceal,)Through Athens -ate- have we devisd to steal Her. .And in the wood, where often you and I

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