The Plays and Poems of William Shakspeare, Band 15R. C. and J. Rivington, 1821 |
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... hear him ? You mar our la- bour ; Keep your cabins : you do assist the storm 5 . 66 3 Blow , till thou burst THY wind , & c . ] Perhaps it might be read : Blow , till thou burst , wind , if room enough . " JOHNSON . Perhaps rather ...
... hear him ? You mar our la- bour ; Keep your cabins : you do assist the storm 5 . 66 3 Blow , till thou burst THY wind , & c . ] Perhaps it might be read : Blow , till thou burst , wind , if room enough . " JOHNSON . Perhaps rather ...
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... hear ? MIRA . Your tale , sir , would cure deafness . PRO . To have no screen between this part he play'd And him he play'd it for , he needs will be Absolute Milan : Me , poor man ! -my library Was dukedom large enough ' ; of temporal ...
... hear ? MIRA . Your tale , sir , would cure deafness . PRO . To have no screen between this part he play'd And him he play'd it for , he needs will be Absolute Milan : Me , poor man ! -my library Was dukedom large enough ' ; of temporal ...
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... Hear a little further , And then I'll bring thee to the present business Which now's upon us ; without the which , this story Were most impertinent . MIRA . PRO . That hour destroy us ? Wherefore did they not Well demanded , wench : My ...
... Hear a little further , And then I'll bring thee to the present business Which now's upon us ; without the which , this story Were most impertinent . MIRA . PRO . That hour destroy us ? Wherefore did they not Well demanded , wench : My ...
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... hear the last of our sea - sorrow . " Prospero , in p . 26 , had directed his daughter to sit down , and learn the whole of this history ; having previously by some magi- cal charm disposed her to fall asleep . He is watching the pro ...
... hear the last of our sea - sorrow . " Prospero , in p . 26 , had directed his daughter to sit down , and learn the whole of this history ; having previously by some magi- cal charm disposed her to fall asleep . He is watching the pro ...
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William Shakespeare James Boswell. Sit still , and hear the last of our sea - sorrow . Here in this island we arriv'd ; and here Have I , thy school - master , made thee more profit Than other princes ' can , that have more time For ...
William Shakespeare James Boswell. Sit still , and hear the last of our sea - sorrow . Here in this island we arriv'd ; and here Have I , thy school - master , made thee more profit Than other princes ' can , that have more time For ...
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alluded ancient Angiers Antony and Cleopatra appears Ariel Arthur BAST Bastard Ben Jonson Bermuda blood BOSWELL breath brother Caliban called comedy CONST Cymbeline Dauphin death devil dost doth Duke of Milan emendation England English Enter Exeunt eyes father Faulconbridge fear folio France Gonzalo hand hath hear heaven honour Hubert island JOHNSON Julius Cæsar King Henry King Henry VI King John King Lear lady land lord MALONE MASON means MIRA Miranda monster Naples night observed old copy reads old play Pandulph passage peace Philip poet Pope prince Prospero Queen Rape of Lucrece says scene sense Shakspeare Shakspeare's ship signifies Sir George Somers soul speak speech spirit STEEVENS Stephano storm strange supposed swear Sycorax tale Tempest thee Theobald thine thing thou art thought tongue TRIN Trinculo unto Virginia WARBURTON word
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Seite 310 - Heaven's sake, Hubert, let me not be bound ! Nay, hear me, Hubert ! drive these men away, And I will sit as quiet as a lamb. I will not stir, nor wince, nor speak a word ; Nor look upon the iron angerly : Thrust but these men away, and I'll forgive you, Whatever torment you do put me to.
Seite 108 - hest to say so! Fer. Admir'd Miranda! Indeed the top of admiration ; worth What's dearest to the world ! Full many a lady I have eyed with best regard ; and many a time The harmony of their tongues hath into bondage Brought my too diligent ear...
Seite 54 - 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 159 - 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 134 - Sour-ey'd disdain , and discord , shall bestrew The union of your bed with weeds so loathly That you shall hate it both: therefore take heed, As Hymen's lamps shall light you.
Seite 131 - O, it is monstrous, monstrous ! Methought the billows spoke, and told me of it ; The winds did sing it to me ; and the thunder. That deep and dreadful organ-pipe, pronounc'd The name of Prosper : it did bass my trespass. Therefore my son i' th' ooze is bedded ; and I'll seek him deeper than e'er plummet sounded, And with him there lie mudded.
Seite 120 - 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 162 - 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 183 - Now my charms are all o'erthrown, And what strength I have's mine own, Which is most faint: now, 'tis true, I must be here confined by you, Or sent to Naples.
Seite 33 - But what my power might else exact, — like one Who having unto truth, by telling of it, Made such a sinner of his memory, To credit his own lie...