The TempestMacmillan, 1913 - 143 Seiten |
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... drown'd than thou art . Gon . I'll warrant him for drowning though the ship were no stronger than a nut - shell and as leaky as an unstanched wench . Boats . Lay her a - hold , a - hold ! Set her two courses off to sea again ! Lay her ...
... drown'd than thou art . Gon . I'll warrant him for drowning though the ship were no stronger than a nut - shell and as leaky as an unstanched wench . Boats . Lay her a - hold , a - hold ! Set her two courses off to sea again ! Lay her ...
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... . 395 400 Fer . The ditty does remember my drown'd father . 405 This is no mortal business , nor no sound That the earth owes . I hear it now above me . Pros . The fringed curtains of thine eye advance Mir 26 Act I The Tempest.
... . 395 400 Fer . The ditty does remember my drown'd father . 405 This is no mortal business , nor no sound That the earth owes . I hear it now above me . Pros . The fringed curtains of thine eye advance Mir 26 Act I The Tempest.
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... drown'd ? Seb . He's gone . Then , tell me , Ant . Who's the next heir of Naples ? Claribel . 245 Seb . Ant . She that is Queen of Tunis ; she that dwells Ten leagues beyond man's life ; she that from Naples Can have no note , unless ...
... drown'd ? Seb . He's gone . Then , tell me , Ant . Who's the next heir of Naples ? Claribel . 245 Seb . Ant . She that is Queen of Tunis ; she that dwells Ten leagues beyond man's life ; she that from Naples Can have no note , unless ...
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... drown'd ; and these are devils . O defend me ! - 90 Ste . Four legs and two voices ; a most delicate monster ! His forward voice now is to speak well of his friend ; his backward voice is to 95 utter foul speeches and to detract . If ...
... drown'd ; and these are devils . O defend me ! - 90 Ste . Four legs and two voices ; a most delicate monster ! His forward voice now is to speak well of his friend ; his backward voice is to 95 utter foul speeches and to detract . If ...
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... drown'd , Stephano ? I hope now thou art not drown'd . Is the storm over- blown ? I hid me under the dead moon - calf's 115 gaberdine for fear of the storm . And art thou living , Stephano ? O Stephano , two Neapoli- tans scap'd ! Ste ...
... drown'd , Stephano ? I hope now thou art not drown'd . Is the storm over- blown ? I hid me under the dead moon - calf's 115 gaberdine for fear of the storm . And art thou living , Stephano ? O Stephano , two Neapoli- tans scap'd ! Ste ...
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Alon Alonso Antonio Ariel beat Boats Boatswain bottle brave brother Caliban cam'st Ceres charm daughter devil Dido discase doth drown'd drowning Duke of Milan dukedom e'er Enter Ariel Exeunt Exit eyes father Ferdinand fessor of English fish Folio foul fresh garments give Gonzalo Hark hath hear heaven hither in't island isle Julius Cæsar Juno King Dardano King of Naples lish lord magic masque master Miranda monster o'er on't Ph.D play Prince prithee Professor of Eng Professor of English Pros Prospero Prospero's cell Queen Re-enter Ariel remember SCENE Sebastian Setebos Shakespeare ship shore sing sleep speak spirit stage direction Stephano storm Strachey's Reportory strange sweet Sycorax tell Tempest thee There's thine thou art thou didst thou dost Thou hast thou shalt Trin Trinculo Tunis University William Strachey wind Winter's Tale word yare
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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.