The Plays and Poems of William Shakspeare: With the Corrections and Illustrations of Various Commentators, Band 15F. C. and J. Rivington, 1821 |
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... tell your piteous heart , There's no harm done . MIRA . PRO . O , woe the day ! No harm ' . I have done nothing but in care of thee , ( Of thee , my dear one ! thee , my daughter ! ) who Art ignorant of what thou art , nought knowing Of ...
... tell your piteous heart , There's no harm done . MIRA . PRO . O , woe the day ! No harm ' . I have done nothing but in care of thee , ( Of thee , my dear one ! thee , my daughter ! ) who Art ignorant of what thou art , nought knowing Of ...
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... tell me what I am ; but stopp'd And left me to a bootless inquisition ; Concluding , Stay , not yet.- PRO . The hour's now come ; The very minute bids thee ope thine ear ; Obey , and be attentive . Can'st thou remember A time before we ...
... tell me what I am ; but stopp'd And left me to a bootless inquisition ; Concluding , Stay , not yet.- PRO . The hour's now come ; The very minute bids thee ope thine ear ; Obey , and be attentive . Can'st thou remember A time before we ...
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... tell me , If this might be a brother . MIRA . I should sin To think but nobly ' of my grandmother : Good wombs have borne bad sons . PRO . Now the condition . This king of Naples , being an enemy To me inveterate , hearkens my brother's ...
... tell me , If this might be a brother . MIRA . I should sin To think but nobly ' of my grandmother : Good wombs have borne bad sons . PRO . Now the condition . This king of Naples , being an enemy To me inveterate , hearkens my brother's ...
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... tell his daughter of it ? Perhaps these words belong to Miranda , and we should read : " Mir . ' Would I might " But ... tells her a long story , often asking her whether her attention be still awake . The story being ended ( as Miranda ...
... tell his daughter of it ? Perhaps these words belong to Miranda , and we should read : " Mir . ' Would I might " But ... tells her a long story , often asking her whether her attention be still awake . The story being ended ( as Miranda ...
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... tell me sweetest , " What new service now is meetest " For the satyre ; shall I stray " In the middle ayre , and stay " The sailing racke , or nimbly take " Hold by the moone , and gently make " Suit to the pale queene of night , " For ...
... tell me sweetest , " What new service now is meetest " For the satyre ; shall I stray " In the middle ayre , and stay " The sailing racke , or nimbly take " Hold by the moone , and gently make " Suit to the pale queene of night , " For ...
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alluded ancient Angiers 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 o'er 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 302 - Grief fills the room up of my absent child, Lies in his bed, walks up and down with me ; Puts on his pretty looks, repeats his words, Remembers me of all his gracious parts, Stuffs out his vacant garments with his form ; Then, have I reason to be fond of grief.
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 56 - I pitied thee, Took pains to make thee speak, taught thee each hour One thing or other : when thou didst not, savage, Know thine own meaning, but would'st gabble like A thing most brutish, I endow'd thy purposes With words that made them known : 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 54 - em. Cal. 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...
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 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 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 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 95 - A strange fish ! Were I in England now, as once I was, and had but this fish painted, not a holiday fool there but would give a piece of silver: there would this monster make a man; any strange beast there makes a man: when they will not give a doit to relieve a lame beggar, they will lay out ten to see a dead Indian. Legged like a man! and his fins like arms! Warm o...
Seite 15 - And thou shalt be brought down, and shalt speak out of the ground, and thy speech shall be low out of the dust, and thy voice shall be, as of one that hath a familiar spirit, out of the ground, and thy speech shall whisper out of the dust.