Tempest ; Two gentlemen of Verona ; Comedy of errorsBradbury, Agnew, and Company, 1866 |
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... , have care . Where's the master ? Play the men . Boats . I pray now , keep below . Ant . Where is the master , boson ? Boats . Do you not hear him ? You mar our labour keep your cabins : you do assist the storm B 2 THE TEMPEST. ...
... , have care . Where's the master ? Play the men . Boats . I pray now , keep below . Ant . Where is the master , boson ? Boats . Do you not hear him ? You mar our labour keep your cabins : you do assist the storm B 2 THE TEMPEST. ...
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... pray thee mark me that a brother should Be so perfidious ; —he whom , next thyself , Of all the world I loved , and to him put The manage of my state , as , at that time , Through all the signiories it was the first , And Prospero the ...
... pray thee mark me that a brother should Be so perfidious ; —he whom , next thyself , Of all the world I loved , and to him put The manage of my state , as , at that time , Through all the signiories it was the first , And Prospero the ...
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... pray thee , mark me . I thus neglecting worldly ends , all dedicated To closeness , and the bettering of my mind With that , which , but by being so retired , O'er - prized all popular rate , in my false brother Awaked an evil nature ...
... pray thee , mark me . I thus neglecting worldly ends , all dedicated To closeness , and the bettering of my mind With that , which , but by being so retired , O'er - prized all popular rate , in my false brother Awaked an evil nature ...
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... pray you , sir , ( For still ' tis beating in my mind , ) your reason For raising this sea - storm ? Pro . Know thus far forth . By accident most strange , bountiful Fortune , - Now my dear lady - hath mine enemies Brought to this shore ...
... pray you , sir , ( For still ' tis beating in my mind , ) your reason For raising this sea - storm ? Pro . Know thus far forth . By accident most strange , bountiful Fortune , - Now my dear lady - hath mine enemies Brought to this shore ...
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... pray thee ! - I must obey his art is of such power , It would control my dam's god , Setebos , And make a vassal of him . Pro . So , slave ; hence ! [ Aside . [ Exit CALIBAN . Re - enter ARIEL invisible , playing and singing ; FERDINAND ...
... pray thee ! - I must obey his art is of such power , It would control my dam's god , Setebos , And make a vassal of him . Pro . So , slave ; hence ! [ Aside . [ Exit CALIBAN . Re - enter ARIEL invisible , playing and singing ; FERDINAND ...
Häufige Begriffe und Wortgruppen
ADRIANA Ægeon ARIEL art thou banish'd bear Boatswain brother CALIBAN Ceres chain daughter didst thou dinner dost thou doth DROMIO of Syracuse ducats Duke duke of Milan Eglamour Ephesus Exeunt Exit eyes fair father fear fetch fool gentle gentleman GENTLEMEN OF VERONA give gone Gonzalo grace Hark Hast thou hath hear heart heaven hence hither honour husband Julia king lady Laun Launce look lord Lucetta Mantua Marry Milan Mira mistress monster Naples ne'er pr'ythee pray Prospero quoth SCENE servant sir Proteus sir Thurio sister slave sleep speak Speed spirit Stephano strange sweet Sycorax Syracusan tell thee There's thine thou art thou didst thou hast thou shalt thyself Trin Trinculo Tunis unto Valentine villain weep wench wife Wilt thou word
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Seite 121 - The current, that with gentle murmur glides, Thou know'st, being stopp'd, impatiently doth rage; But, when his fair course is not hindered, He makes sweet music with the enamell'd stones, Giving a gentle kiss to every sedge He overtaketh in his pilgrimage, And so by many winding nooks he strays, With willing sport, to- the wild ocean.
Seite 69 - And mine shall. Hast thou, which art but air, a touch, a feeling Of their afflictions, and shall not myself, One of their kind, that relish all as sharply Passion as they, be kindlier mov'd than thou art ? Though with their high wrongs I am struck to the quick, Yet, with my nobler reason, 'gainst my fury Do I take part. The rarer action is In virtue than in vengeance ; they being penitent, The sole drift of my purpose doth extend Not a frown further.
Seite 71 - 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 52 - 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 sometime 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 18 - em. Caliban. I must eat my dinner. This island's mine, by Sycorax my mother, Which thou tak'st from me. When thou earnest first, Thou strok'dst me and mad'st much of me, wouldst 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' th' isle, The fresh springs, brine-pits, barren place and fertile.
Seite 20 - Where should this music be ? i' the air, or the earth It sounds no more ; — and sure, it waits upon Some god of the island. Sitting on a bank, Weeping again the king my father's wreck, This music crept by me upon the waters ; Allaying both their fury, and my passion, With its sweet air: thence I have followed it, Or it hath drawn me rather : — But 'tis gone.
Seite 75 - O, wonder ! How many goodly creatures are there here ! How beauteous mankind is ! O, brave new world, That has such people in't ! Pro. Tis new to thee.
Seite 38 - 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 70 - Some heavenly music, which even now I do, To work mine end upon their senses that This airy charm is for, I'll break my staff, Bury it certain fathoms in the earth, And deeper than did ever plummet sound I'll drown my book.
Seite 19 - Know thine own meaning, but would'st gabble like A thing most brutish, I endow'd thy purposes With words that made them known : but thy vile race, Though thou didst learn, had that in't which good natures Could not abide to be with ; therefore wast thou Deservedly confined into this rock, Who hadst deserved more than a prison.