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Review: The TempestNutzerbericht - Helena - Goodreads
Good, not great. I enjoy Shakespeare's writing, plots & characters always, but I've liked some of his other works more. Vollständige Rezension lesen
Review: The TempestNutzerbericht - Hankrose - Goodreads
While not known for it's verisimilitude, this play is deceptive, there is a lot of symbolism and things going on that might not be the first thing you notice. It sends one thinking, is Prospero good ... Vollständige Rezension lesen
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Alon Antonio appeared Ariel bear beat Bermudas Boats brave bring brother Caliban cause cell character daughter devil dost Duke Enter Exit eyes father fear Ferdinand fish Folio follow fresh give Gonzalo hand hast hath head hear heart heaven hour I'll island isle keep kind King live look lord lost magic master meaning Milan mind Miranda monster Naples nature never perhaps Ph.D play present Prince prithee Professor of English Pros Prospero reason remember SCENE Sebastian Shakespeare ship sing sleep sometimes sound speak spirit stage stand Stephano storm story strange suggested supposed tell Tempest thee thing thou thought Trin Trinculo true University wind
Seite 24 - 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 not take, Being capable of all ill ! 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...
Seite 48 - 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.
Seite 38 - I' the 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 101 - Gentle breath of yours my sails Must fill, or else my project fails, Which was to please. Now I want Spirits to enforce, art to enchant; And my ending is despair Unless I be reliev'd by prayer, Which pierces so that it assaults Mercy itself, and frees all faults.
Seite 87 - Ye elves of hills, brooks, standing lakes and groves, And ye that on the sands with printless foot Do chase the ebbing Neptune...
Seite 7 - 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, But that the sea, mounting to the welkin's cheek, Dashes the fire out. O ! I have suffered With those that I saw suffer : a brave vessel, Who had no doubt some noble creature in her, Dash'd all to pieces. O ! the cry did knock Against my very heart. Poor souls ! they perish'd.
Seite 101 - tis true, I must be here confin'd by you, Or sent to Naples. Let me not, Since I have my dukedom got, And pardon'd the deceiver, dwell In this bare island by your spell; But release me from my bands With the help of your good hands.
Seite 88 - I have be-dimm'd The noon-tide sun, call'd forth the mutinous winds, And 'twixt the green sea and the azur'd vault Set roaring war : to the dread rattling thunder Have I given fire, and rifted Jove's stout oak With his own bolt : the strong-bas'd promontory Have I made shake ; and by the spurs pluck'd up The pine and cedar : graves, at my command, Have wak'd their sleepers ; op'd, and let them forth By my so potent art...
Seite 87 - When he comes back ; you demi-puppets that By moonshine do the green sour ringlets make, Whereof the ewe not bites, and you whose pastime Is to make midnight mushrooms...
Seite 57 - And put it to the foil : but you, O you, So perfect and so peerless, are created Of every creature's best ! Mir.