The TempestDuffield, 1909 - 66 Seiten |
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... Bottle of Sacke . Ste . I shall no more to sea , to fea , Here Shall I dye afhore ... This is a very fcuruy tune to fing at a mans Funerall : well , here's my comfort ! [ Drinkes . [ Sings . ] The Mafter , the Swabber , the Boate ...
... Bottle of Sacke . Ste . I shall no more to sea , to fea , Here Shall I dye afhore ... This is a very fcuruy tune to fing at a mans Funerall : well , here's my comfort ! [ Drinkes . [ Sings . ] The Mafter , the Swabber , the Boate ...
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... Bottle : if hee haue neuer drunke wine afore , it will goe neere to remoue his Fit . If I can recouer him , and keepe him tame , I will not take too much for him ; hée shall pay for him that hath him , and that foundly ! 76 Cal . Thou ...
... Bottle : if hee haue neuer drunke wine afore , it will goe neere to remoue his Fit . If I can recouer him , and keepe him tame , I will not take too much for him ; hée shall pay for him that hath him , and that foundly ! 76 Cal . Thou ...
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... Bottle how thou cam'ft hither ! I efcap'd vpon a But of Sacke , which the Saylors heaued o're- boord , by this Bottle ! which I made of the barke of a Tree , with mine owne hands , fince I was caft a'fhore . 119 ( Cal . I'le fweare ...
... Bottle how thou cam'ft hither ! I efcap'd vpon a But of Sacke , which the Saylors heaued o're- boord , by this Bottle ! which I made of the barke of a Tree , with mine owne hands , fince I was caft a'fhore . 119 ( Cal . I'le fweare ...
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... Bottle . 145 Cal . Ile kiffe thy foot . Ile fweare my felfe thy Subiect ! Ste . Come on then ! downe , and sweare ! [ CAL . kneels , Tri . I fhall laugh my felfe to death at this puppi - headed Monster . A moft fcuruie Monfter ! I could ...
... Bottle . 145 Cal . Ile kiffe thy foot . Ile fweare my felfe thy Subiect ! Ste . Come on then ! downe , and sweare ! [ CAL . kneels , Tri . I fhall laugh my felfe to death at this puppi - headed Monster . A moft fcuruie Monfter ! I could ...
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... bottle from him ! When that's gone , He shall drinke nought but brine ; for Ile not shew him Where the quicke Freshes are . 64 Ste . Trinculo ! run into no further danger ! Interrupt the Monster one word further , and , by this hand ...
... bottle from him ! When that's gone , He shall drinke nought but brine ; for Ile not shew him Where the quicke Freshes are . 64 Ste . Trinculo ! run into no further danger ! Interrupt the Monster one word further , and , by this hand ...
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Actus Againſt ANTHONIO aſleepe ayre Bartholomew Fair beleeue beſt Botef braue brother bufineffe Caliban Cell Ceres daughter Dido diuell do's doth Duke of Millaine Dukedome elſe Enter ARIELL euen euery Exeunt Exit F. J. FURNIVALL Father Ferdinand feruice fhall fince fing firſt flaue fleepe fome fonne foule freſh ftand fuch giue Gonz GONZALO Harke hath haue heare heauens hee's heere hither I'le i'th Ifle Iſland Iuno King King of Naples leaue liue loffe loft Lord loue Mafter Miftris Mira Miranda moft Monſter moſt Muficke muft muſt Naples neuer noyfe o'th on't play preſent prethee Prof PROSPERO purpoſe Re-enter ARIELL reaſon reft ſay SEBASTIAN Shakespeare ſhall ſhe ſhould ſpeake Spirit ſplit Stephano ſtrange ſuch Sycorax Tempest thee theſe thine thou art Thou do'ft thy felfe Trin TRINC Trinculo Tunis vnder vpon whofe whoſe Widdow
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Seite 65 - 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, nor of politike superioritie ; no use of service, of riches or of povertie ; no contracts, no successions, no partitions, no occupation but idle ; no respect of kindred, but common, no apparell but naturall, no manuring of lands, no use of wine, corne, or mettle. The very words that import lying, falshood, treason, dissimulations, covetousnes, envie, detraction,...
Seite 23 - ... 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 15 - You taught me language; and my profit on't Is, I know how to curse : The red plague rid you, For learning me your language ! Pro.
Seite 14 - 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 x - Shakespeare has described the brutal mind of Caliban in contact with the pure and original forms of nature; the character grows out of the soil where it is rooted uncontrolled, uncouth and wild, uncramped by any of the meannesses of custom. It is 'of the earth, earthy'.
Seite 65 - Plato had it not : for me seemeth that what in those nations we see by experience, doth not only exceed all the pictures wherewith licentious Poesie hath proudly imbellished the golden age, and all her quaint inventions to faine a happy condition of man, but also the conception and desire of Philosophy.
Seite vii - If there be never a servant monster in the fair, who can help it, he says, nor a nest of antiques ? he is loth to make nature afraid in his plays, like those that beget tales, tempests, and such like drolleries...
Seite 14 - But thy vile race, Though thou didst learn, had that in't which good natures Could not abide to be with ; therefore wast thou Deservedly confin'd into this rock, Who hadst deserv'd more than a prison.
Seite 55 - I have bedymn'd The Noone-tide Sun, call'd forth the mutenous windes, And twixt the greene Sea, and the azur'd vault Set roaring warre: To the dread ratling Thunder...
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