 I'd divide, And burn in many places; on the topmast, The yards and bowsprit, would I flame distinctly, Then meet and join. Jove's lightnings, the precursors O' the dreadful thunder-claps, more momentary And sight-outrunning were not; the fire, and cracks...  Shakespeare's Comedies - Seite 12von William Shakespeare - 1910 - 847 SeitenVollansicht - Über dieses Buch
 | William Shakespeare - 1864 - 752 Seiten
...king's ship ; now on the beak, Now in the waist, the deck, in every cabin, I flam'd amazement: sometimes worship. Fal. Good maid, then. Quick. I'll be sworn....— I pray, come a little nearer this ways : — 1 his reason ? Arl. Not a soul " Nee gravcm Pclida: stomachum," &c. in Horace's Ode VI. to Agrippa. 33.... | |
 | Frances Martin - 1866 - 506 Seiten
...king's ship ; now on the beak, Now in the waist, the deck, in every cabin, I flamed amazement : sometime I'd divide, And burn in many places ; on the topmast,...firm, so constant, that, this coil Would not infect his reason ? Ari. Not a soul But felt a fever of the mad and played Some tricks of desperation. All... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1885 - 366 Seiten
...Pros. Hast thou, spirit, Perform'd to point the tempest that I bade thee? Ari. To every article. li8 I boarded the king's ship ; now on the beak, Now in...firm, so constant, that this coil Would not infect his reason? Ari. Not a soul But felt a fever of the mad, and play'd Some tricks of desperation. All... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1894 - 142 Seiten
...divide, And burn in many places ; on the topmast, The yards and bowsprit, would I flame distinctly, 200 Then meet and join. Jove's lightnings, the precursors...firm, so constant, that this coil Would not infect his reason ? An. Not a soul But felt a fever of the mad, and play'd Some tricks of desperation. All... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1894 - 570 Seiten
...yards and bowsprit, would I flame distinctly, Then meet and join. Jove's lightnings, the precursors 201 O' the dreadful thunder-claps, more momentary And...firm, so constant, that this coil * Would not infect his reason ? *Tumult. Ari. Not a soul But felt a fever of the mad and play'd Some tricks of desperation.... | |
 | Stephen Lucius Gwynn - 1904 - 452 Seiten
...yards and bowsprit, would I flame distinctly, Then meet and join. Jove's lightnings, the precursors Qf the dreadful thunder-claps, more momentary And sight-outrunning...firm, so constant, that this coil Would not infect his reason ? Ari. Not a soul But felt a fever of the mad and play'd Some tricks of desperation. All... | |
 | William Shakespeare, Arthur Henry Bullen, Jean Jules Jusserand, Henry Davey, Robert Bridges, Henry Charles Beeching, Edmund Kerchever Chambers, Marion Harry Spielmann - 1904 - 352 Seiten
...bowsprit, would I flame distinctly, 200 Then meet, and join. Jove's lightnings, the precursors O' th' dreadful thunder-claps, more momentary And sight-outrunning...firm, so constant, that this coil Would not infect his reason ? Ari. Not a soul But felt a fever of the mad, and play'd Some tricks of desperation. All... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1909 - 184 Seiten
...divide, And burn in many places; on the topmast, The yards and bowsprit, would I flame distinctly, 200 Then meet and join. Jove's lightnings, the precursors...firm, so constant, that this coil Would not infect his reason? An. Not a soul But felt a fever of the mad, and play'd Some tricks of desperation. All... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1909 - 828 Seiten
...divide, And burn in many places; on the topmast, The yards and bowsprit, would I flame distinctly, 200 Then meet and join. Jove's lightnings, the precursors...firm, so constant, that this coil Would not infect his reason? Ari. Not a soul But felt a fever of the mad, and play'd Some tricks of desperation. All... | |
 | William Shakespeare, Christopher Marlowe - 1910 - 458 Seiten
...ship ; now on the beak, Now in the waist, the deck, in every cabin, I flam'd amazement. Sometime I 'd divide, And burn in many places. On the topmast, The...firm, so constant, that this coil" Would not infect his reason? ARI. Not a soul But felt a fever of the mad, and play'd Some tricks of desperation. All... | |
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