The Dramatic Works of William Shakespeare, Band 1G. Bell, 1879 |
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... Exit of Mortalitie ; This , a Re - entrance to a Plaudite . I. M2 . VPON THE LINES AND LIFE OF THE FAMOUS SCENICKE POET MASTER WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE . HOSE hands , which you so clapt , go now , and wring You Britaines braue ; for done are ...
... Exit of Mortalitie ; This , a Re - entrance to a Plaudite . I. M2 . VPON THE LINES AND LIFE OF THE FAMOUS SCENICKE POET MASTER WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE . HOSE hands , which you so clapt , go now , and wring You Britaines braue ; for done are ...
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... Exit . Boats . Heigh , my hearts ! cheerly , cheerly , my hearts ! yare , yare : Take in the top - sail ; Tend to the mas- ter's whistle.- Blow till thou burst thy wind , if room enough ! Enter ALONSO , SEBASTIAN , ANTONIO , FERDI- NAND ...
... Exit . Boats . Heigh , my hearts ! cheerly , cheerly , my hearts ! yare , yare : Take in the top - sail ; Tend to the mas- ter's whistle.- Blow till thou burst thy wind , if room enough ! Enter ALONSO , SEBASTIAN , ANTONIO , FERDI- NAND ...
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... Exit . Gon . I have great comfort from this fellow : me- thinks , he hath no drowning mark upon him ; his complexion is perfect gallows . Stand fast good Fate to his hanging ! make the rope of his destiny our cable , for our own doth ...
... Exit . Gon . I have great comfort from this fellow : me- thinks , he hath no drowning mark upon him ; his complexion is perfect gallows . Stand fast good Fate to his hanging ! make the rope of his destiny our cable , for our own doth ...
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... Exit . [ Exit . Gon . Now would I give a thousand furlongs of sea for an acre of barren ground ; ling3 , heath , broom , furze , any thing : The wills above be done ! but I would fain die a dry death . [ Exit . SCENE II . The Island ...
... Exit . [ Exit . Gon . Now would I give a thousand furlongs of sea for an acre of barren ground ; ling3 , heath , broom , furze , any thing : The wills above be done ! but I would fain die a dry death . [ Exit . SCENE II . The Island ...
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... Exit ARIEL . Awake , dear heart , awake ! thou hast slept well ; Awake ! Mira . [ awaking ] The strangeness of your story put Heaviness in me . Pro . Shake it off . Come on ; We'll visit Caliban , my slave , who never Yields us kind ...
... Exit ARIEL . Awake , dear heart , awake ! thou hast slept well ; Awake ! Mira . [ awaking ] The strangeness of your story put Heaviness in me . Pro . Shake it off . Come on ; We'll visit Caliban , my slave , who never Yields us kind ...
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ARIEL Bawd Ben Jonson brother Caius Caliban Claudio Collier's folio daughter death dost doth Duke Enter Escal Exeunt Exit fairies Falstaff father fear follow friar gentle gentlemen Gentlemen of Verona give grace hath hear heart heaven Henry Henry Condell Henry IV honour Host humour Isab James Burbage John Shakespeare Julia king Laun letter live look Lucio madam maid marry master Brook master doctor Milan Mira mistress Ford night pardon Pist play poet Pompey pray Prospero Proteus Prov Provost Quick Richard Burbage Robert Arden SCENE sense servant Shakespeare Shal Shallow Silvia Sir Hugh Sir John Sir John Falstaff Slen Slender speak Speed Stratford sweet tell thee there's thou art thou hast Thurio Trin unto Valentine wife William William Shakespeare Windsor woman word
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Seite 60 - Be not afeard ; the isle is full of noises, Sounds and sweet airs, that give delight and hurt not. Sometimes a thousand twangling instruments Will hum about mine ears, and sometimes voices That, if I then had waked after long sleep, Will make me sleep again : and then, in dreaming, The clouds methought would open and show riches Ready to drop upon me, that, when I waked, I cried to dream again.
Seite 82 - Where the bee sucks, there suck I; In a cowslip's bell I lie: There I couch when owls do cry. On the bat's back I do fly, After summer, merrily : Merrily, merrily, shall I live now, Under the blossom that hangs on the bough.
Seite 45 - A strange fish ! Were I in England now, as once I was, and had but this fish painted, not a holiday fool there but would give a piece of silver : there would this monster make a man : any strange beast there makes a man. When they will not give a doit to relieve a lame beggar, they will lay out ten to see a dead Indian.
Seite 367 - Take, oh take those lips away, That so sweetly were forsworn; And those eyes, the break of day, Lights that do mislead the morn; But my kisses bring again, bring again, Seals of love, but seal'd in vain. seal'd in vain.
Seite 24 - Thou strok'dst me, and mad'st much of me : would'st give me Water with berries in't ; and teach me how To name the bigger light, and how the less, That burn by day and night : and then I lov'd thee, And show'd thee all the qualities o...
Seite cix - Sweet Swan of Avon ! what a sight it were To see thee in our waters yet appear, And make those flights upon the banks of Thames, That so did take Eliza, and our James...
Seite 81 - The charm dissolves apace ; And as the morning steals upon the night, Melting the darkness, so their rising senses Begin to chase the ignorant fumes that mantle Their clearer reason.
Seite 294 - Fair lined slippers for the cold, With buckles of the purest gold. A belt of straw and ivy buds With coral clasps and amber studs : And if these pleasures may thee move, Come live with me and be my Love.
Seite xli - O, for my sake do you with Fortune chide, The guilty goddess of my harmful deeds, That did not better for my life provide Than public means which public manners breeds. Thence comes it that my name receives a brand, And almost thence my nature is subdued To what it works in, like the dyer's hand.
Seite cvii - Above th' ill fortune of them or the need. I, therefore, will begin. Soul of the Age! The applause, delight, the wonder of our stage! My Shakespeare, rise. I will not lodge thee by Chaucer or Spenser, or bid Beaumont lie...