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Page 84
Churl , upon thy eyes I throw All the power this charm doth owe : When thou wak'st , let love forbid Sleep his seat on thy eye - lid . So awake , when I am gone ; For I must now to Oberon . [ Exit . Enter Demetrius and Helena , running ...
Churl , upon thy eyes I throw All the power this charm doth owe : When thou wak'st , let love forbid Sleep his seat on thy eye - lid . So awake , when I am gone ; For I must now to Oberon . [ Exit . Enter Demetrius and Helena , running ...
Page 108
And now I have the boy , I will undo This hateful imperfection of her eyes . And , gentle Puck , take this transformed scalp From off the head of this Athenian swain ; T'hat he awaking when the other do , May all to Athens back again ...
And now I have the boy , I will undo This hateful imperfection of her eyes . And , gentle Puck , take this transformed scalp From off the head of this Athenian swain ; T'hat he awaking when the other do , May all to Athens back again ...
Page 262
Thou tell'st me , there is murder in mine eye : ' Tis pretty , sure , and very probable , That eyes , that are the frail'st and softest things , Who shut their coward gates on atomies , Should be call'd tyrants , butchers , murderers !
Thou tell'st me , there is murder in mine eye : ' Tis pretty , sure , and very probable , That eyes , that are the frail'st and softest things , Who shut their coward gates on atomies , Should be call'd tyrants , butchers , murderers !
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