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| Code |
Character |
Lines |
First Line |
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| G-240 |
Pucke (Robin) | 16 |
If we shadowes have offended, |
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| G-241 |
Pucke (Robin) | 29 |
My Mistris with a monster is in love, |
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| G-242 |
Pucke (Robin) | 20 |
Now the hungry Lyons rores, |
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| G-243 |
Pucke (Robin) | 31 |
The King doth keepe his Revels here to night,
(I am that merrie wanderer of the night:) |
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| G-244 |
Pucke (Robin) | 18 |
Through the Forrest have I gone, |
|
| M-240 |
Bottome | 18 (prose) |
When my cue comes, call me, and I will answer. |
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| M-241 |
Demetrius | 16 |
O Helen, goddesse, nimph, perfect, divine, |
|
| M-242 |
Egeus | 24 |
Full of vexation, come I, with complaint |
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| M-243 |
Lysander | 20 |
A good perswasion; therefore heare me Hermia,
(Helen, to you our mindes we will unfold,) |
|
| M-244 |
Lysander | 27 |
And run through fire I will for thy sweet sake. |
|
| M-245 |
Oberon | 20 |
I pray thee give it me.
(I know a banke where the wilde time blowes,) |
|
| M-246 |
Oberon | 29 |
Wel, go thy way: thou shalt not from this grove,
(My gentle Pucke come hither; thou remembrest) |
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| M-247 |
Oberon | 31 |
Welcome good Robin: |
|
| M-248 |
Quince | 35 |
If we offend, it is with our good will. |
|
| M-249 |
Theseus | 20 |
More strange then true. I never may beleeve
(Lovers and mad men have such seething braines,) |
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| M-250 |
Theseus | 17 |
The kinder we, to give them thanks for nothing |
|
| M-251 |
Flute | 16 |
Asleepe my Love? What, dead my Dove? |
|
| W-240 |
First Fairy | 23 |
Over hil, over dale, through bush, through briar,
(Either I mistake your shape and making quite,) |
|
| W-241 |
Helena | 13 |
Cal you me faire? that faire againe unsay, |
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| W-242 |
Helena | 22 |
Have you not set Lysander, as in scorne
(I, doe, persever, counterfeit sad lookes,) |
|
| W-243 |
Helena | 26 |
How happy some, ore other some can be? |
|
| W-244 |
Helena | 19 |
I pray you though you mocke me, gentlemen,
(Good Hermia, do not be so bitter with me,) |
|
| W-245 |
Helena | 28 |
Loe, she is one of this confederacy, |
|
| W-246 |
Helena | 15 |
O I am out of breath, in this fond chace, |
|
| W-247 |
Helena | 17 |
O spight! O hell! I see you are all bent |
|
| W-248 |
Helena | 26 |
You draw me, you hard-hearted Adamant,
(The wildest hath not such a heart as you;) |
|
| W-249 |
Hermia | 12 |
Helpe me Lysander, helpe me; do thy best |
|
| W-250 |
Hermia | 23 |
Now I but chide, but I should use thee worse.
(Out dog, out cur, thou driv'st me past the bounds) |
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| W-251 |
Hermia | 10 |
Puppet? why so? I, that way goes the game. |
|
| W-252 |
Hermia | 20 |
What, can you do me greater harme then hate?
(Puppet? why so? I, that way goes the game.) |
|
| W-253 |
Titania | 26 |
Out of this wood, do not desire to goe, |
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| W-254 |
Titania | 17 |
Set your heart at rest, |
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| W-255 |
Titania | 37 |
These are the forgeries of jealousie, |
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