The Tempest, Band 33Yale University Press, 1922 - 100 Seiten |
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... Cell of Prospero ] Enter Prospero and Miranda . Exit . Mira . If by your art , my dearest father , you have Put the wild waters in this roar , allay them . The sky , it seems , would pour down stinking pitch , 3 But that the sea ...
... Cell of Prospero ] Enter Prospero and Miranda . Exit . Mira . If by your art , my dearest father , you have Put the wild waters in this roar , allay them . The sky , it seems , would pour down stinking pitch , 3 But that the sea ...
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... cell , And thy no greater father . Mira . More to know ' Tis time Did never meddle with my thoughts . Pro . 16 20 20 24 I should inform thee further . Lend thy hand , And pluck my magic garment from me . - So : Lie there , my art ...
... cell , And thy no greater father . Mira . More to know ' Tis time Did never meddle with my thoughts . Pro . 16 20 20 24 I should inform thee further . Lend thy hand , And pluck my magic garment from me . - So : Lie there , my art ...
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... cell , till thou didst seek to violate The honour of my child . Cal . Oh ho ! Oh ho ! -would it had been done ! Thou didst prevent me ; I had peopled else This isle with Calibans . Pro . Abhorred slave , Which any print of goodness will ...
... cell , till thou didst seek to violate The honour of my child . Cal . Oh ho ! Oh ho ! -would it had been done ! Thou didst prevent me ; I had peopled else This isle with Calibans . Pro . Abhorred slave , Which any print of goodness will ...
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William Shakespeare Chauncey Brewster Tinker. So theobald Раде Р горелой атр Lave and рамно fiind of her . resin- ACT THIRD Scene One [ Before Prospero's Cell ] Enter.
William Shakespeare Chauncey Brewster Tinker. So theobald Раде Р горелой атр Lave and рамно fiind of her . resin- ACT THIRD Scene One [ Before Prospero's Cell ] Enter.
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William Shakespeare Chauncey Brewster Tinker. ACT THIRD Scene One [ Before Prospero's Cell ] Enter Ferdinand , bearing a log . Fer . There be some sports are painful , and their labour 7 Delight in them gets off : some kinds of baseness ...
William Shakespeare Chauncey Brewster Tinker. ACT THIRD Scene One [ Before Prospero's Cell ] Enter Ferdinand , bearing a log . Fer . There be some sports are painful , and their labour 7 Delight in them gets off : some kinds of baseness ...
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Alon Alonso Antonio awake beat Boats Boatswain bottle brave bring brother Burthen Caliban upon Setebos cam'st Carthage cell Ceres charm Claribel daugh daughter dear devil discase doth drown Duke of Milan dukedom e'er Enter Ariel Exeunt Exit eyes father Ferdinand fetch fish fool foul garments give Gonzalo grace Hark Hast thou hear heavens hither honour invisible Iris island isle jerkin Juno King of Naples lord lov'd magic master Mira Miranda monster moon moon-calf nymphs o'er Paphos play pray prithee Prospero remember scurvy Sebastian Shakespeare Shakespeare's shore sing sleep speak spirit Stephano strange swear sweet Sycorax tell Tempest thee There's thine thing thou art thou beest thou canst thou didst thou dost thou hast Thou liest Thou shalt thunder torment Trin Trinculo Tunis widow Dido winds word yare
Beliebte Passagen
Seite 71 - 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 54 - 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 wak'd 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 wak'd, I cried to dream again.
Seite 67 - A devil, a born devil, on whose nature Nurture can never stick ; on whom my pains, Humanely taken, all, all lost, quite lost ; And as, with age, his body uglier grows, So his mind cankers.
Seite 72 - 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 30 - ... 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 17 - 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...
Seite 54 - Will hum about mine ears, and sometime voices That, if I then had wak'd 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 wak'd, I cried to dream again. Ste. This will prove a brave kingdom to me, where I shall have my music for nothing.
Seite 92 - It is a nation, would I answer Plato, that hath no kinde of traffike, no knowledge of Letters, no intelligence of numbers, no name of magistrate...
Seite 20 - This music crept by me upon the waters, Allaying both their fury and my passion With its sweet air : thence I have follow'd it, Or it hath drawn me rather.