The TempestJack, 1880 - 107 Seiten |
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... thing . The wills above be done ! but I would fain die a dry death . [ Exeunt . SCENE II . The island . Before PROSPERO's cell . Enter PROSPERO and MIRANDA . Mir . If by your art , my dearest father , you have Put the wild waters in ...
... thing . The wills above be done ! but I would fain die a dry death . [ Exeunt . SCENE II . The island . Before PROSPERO's cell . Enter PROSPERO and MIRANDA . Mir . If by your art , my dearest father , you have Put the wild waters in ...
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... thing the image tell me that 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 ...
... thing the image tell me that 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 ...
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... thing ! Hast thou forgot The foul witch Sycorax , who with age and envy Was grown into a hoop ? hast thou forgot her ? Ari . No , sir . 260 Pros . Thou hast . Where was she born ? speak ; tell me . Ari . Sir , in Argier . Pros . O , was ...
... thing ! Hast thou forgot The foul witch Sycorax , who with age and envy Was grown into a hoop ? hast thou forgot her ? Ari . No , sir . 260 Pros . Thou hast . Where was she born ? speak ; tell me . Ari . Sir , in Argier . Pros . O , was ...
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... thing or other : when thou didst not , savage , Know thine own meaning , but wouldst gabble like A thing most brutish , I endow'd thy purposes 350 With words that made them known . But thy vile race , Though thou didst learn , had that ...
... thing or other : when thou didst not , savage , Know thine own meaning , but wouldst gabble like A thing most brutish , I endow'd thy purposes 350 With words that made them known . But thy vile race , Though thou didst learn , had that ...
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... thing divine , for nothing natural I ever saw so noble . Pros . [ Aside . ] It goes on , I see , As my soul prompts it . Within two days for this . Fer . 419 Spirit , fine spirit ! I'll free thee Most sure , the goddess On whom these ...
... thing divine , for nothing natural I ever saw so noble . Pros . [ Aside . ] It goes on , I see , As my soul prompts it . Within two days for this . Fer . 419 Spirit , fine spirit ! I'll free thee Most sure , the goddess On whom these ...
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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.