The TempestJack, 1880 - 107 Seiten |
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... 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 little advantage . If he be not born to be hanged , our case is ...
... 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 little advantage . If he be not born to be hanged , our case is ...
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... Hath kept with thy remembrance . Mir . ' Tis far off , And rather like a dream than an assurance That my remembrance warrants . Had I not Four or five women once that tended me ? But how is it Pros . Thou hadst , and more , Miranda ...
... Hath kept with thy remembrance . Mir . ' Tis far off , And rather like a dream than an assurance That my remembrance warrants . Had I not Four or five women once that tended me ? But how is it Pros . Thou hadst , and more , Miranda ...
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... hath mine enemies Brought to this shore ; and by my prescience I find my zenith doth depend upon A most auspicious star , whose influence If now I court not but omit , my fortunes Will ever after droop . Here cease more questions : Thou ...
... hath mine enemies Brought to this shore ; and by my prescience I find my zenith doth depend upon A most auspicious star , whose influence If now I court not but omit , my fortunes Will ever after droop . Here cease more questions : Thou ...
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... hath drawn me rather . But ' tis gone . No , it begins again . ARIEL sings . Full fathom five thy father lies ; Of his bones are coral made ; Those are pearls that were his eyes : Nothing of him that doth fade But doth suffer a sea ...
... hath drawn me rather . But ' tis gone . No , it begins again . ARIEL sings . Full fathom five thy father lies ; Of his bones are coral made ; Those are pearls that were his eyes : Nothing of him that doth fade But doth suffer a sea ...
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... hath such senses As we have , such . This gallant which thou seest Was in the wreck ; and , but he's something stain'd With grief that's beauty's canker , thou mightst call him A goodly person : he hath lost his fellows And strays about ...
... hath such senses As we have , such . This gallant which thou seest Was in the wreck ; and , but he's something stain'd With grief that's beauty's canker , thou mightst call him A goodly person : he hath lost his fellows And strays about ...
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Abbott All's Antony and Cleopatra Ariel Boatswain brave Caliban called Compare Antony Compare Cymbeline Compare Hamlet Compare King Lear Compare Midsummer Night's Compare Pericles Compare Twelfth Night Compare Winter's Tale conjectured Coriolanus Cotgrave Cymbeline Dict dost doth drowned Exeunt eyes Fairy Ferdinand foison folio reads foul give Gonzalo hast hath heaven Henry island Julius Cæsar King John King Lear labours lord Love's Labour's Lost Macbeth Malone master Measure for Measure Merchant of Venice Merry Wives Midsummer Night's Dream Milan Miranda monster Naples Othello passage play prithee Pros Prospero queen quotes Richard II Romeo and Juliet scene Sebastian sense Shakespeare shalt ship sleep speak spirit Steevens Steph Stephano storm strange tell Tempest thee Theobald thine thing Timon of Athens topmast Trin Trinculo Troilus and Cressida Twelfth Night twilled verb wind Winter's Tale Wives of Windsor word yare
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Seite 53 - Our revels now are ended. These our actors, As I foretold you, were all spirits, and Are melted into air, into thin air: And, like the baseless fabric of this vision, The cloud-capp'd towers, the gorgeous palaces, The solemn temples, the great globe itself, Yea, all which it inherit, shall dissolve, And, like this insubstantial pageant faded. Leave not a rack behind. We are such stuff As dreams are made on, and our little life Is rounded with a sleep.
Seite 25 - I' the commonwealth I would by contraries Execute all things ; for no kind of traffic Would I admit ; no name of magistrate ; Letters should not be known ; riches, poverty, And use of service, none ; contract, succession, Bourn, bound of land, tilth, vineyard, none ; No use of metal, corn, or wine, or oil ; No occupation ; all men idle, all ; And women too, — but innocent and pure ; No sovereignty, — Seb.
Seite 67 - Now I want Spirits to enforce, art to enchant; And my ending is despair Unless I be reliev'd by prayer, Which pierces so that it assaults Mercy itself and frees all faults.
Seite 119 - Who is Silvia ? what is she, That all our swains commend her? Holy, fair, and wise is she, The heaven such grace did lend her, That she might admired be. Is she kind as she is fair? For beauty lives with kindness: Love doth to her eyes repair, To help him of his blindness ; And, being help'd, inhabits there.
Seite 133 - For they that have used the office of a deacon well purchase to themselves a good degree, and great boldness in the faith which is in Christ Jesus.
Seite 84 - Know thus far forth. — By accident most strange, bountiful fortune, Now my dear lady,, hath mine enemies Brought to this shore : and by my prescience I find my zenith doth depend upon A most auspicious star ; whose influence If now I court not, but omit, my fortunes Will ever after droop.
Seite 25 - All things in common, nature should produce Without sweat or endeavour : treason, felony, Sword, pike, knife, gun, or need of any engine, Would I not have ; but nature should bring forth, Of its own kind, all foison, all abundance, To feed my innocent people.
Seite 142 - There are a sort of men whose visages Do cream and mantle like a standing pond...
Seite 103 - Ac velut in somnis, oculos ubi languida pressit Nocte quies , nequidquam avidos extendere cursus Velle videmur , et. in mediis conatibus aegri Succidimus ; non lingua valet , non corpore notae Sufficiunt vires , nec vox , aut verba sequuntur...
Seite 58 - 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.