The TempestMacmillan, 1913 - 143 Seiten |
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... have great comfort from this fellow . 30 Methinks he hath no drowning mark upon him ; his complexion is perfect gallows . Stand fast , good Fate , to his hanging ; make the rope of his destiny our cable , for our The Tempest Act I.
... have great comfort from this fellow . 30 Methinks he hath no drowning mark upon him ; his complexion is perfect gallows . Stand fast , good Fate , to his hanging ; make the rope of his destiny our cable , for our The Tempest Act I.
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... Hath kept with thy remembrance . ' Tis far off 45 And rather like a dream than an assurance That my remembrance warrants . Had I not Four or five women once that tended me ? Pros . Thou hadst , and more , Miranda . But how is it Mir ...
... Hath kept with thy remembrance . ' Tis far off 45 And rather like a dream than an assurance That my remembrance warrants . Had I not Four or five women once that tended me ? Pros . Thou hadst , and more , Miranda . But how is it Mir ...
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... hath mine enemies Brought to this shore ; and by my prescience 180 I find my zenith doth depend upon A most auspicious star , whose influence If now I court not but omit , my fortunes Will ever after droop . Here cease more ques- Thou ...
... hath mine enemies Brought to this shore ; and by my prescience 180 I find my zenith doth depend upon A most auspicious star , whose influence If now I court not but omit , my fortunes Will ever after droop . Here cease more ques- Thou ...
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... hath drawn me rather . But ' tis gone . No , it begins again . ARIEL'S SONG . Full fathom five thy father lies ; Of his bones are coral made ; Those are pearls that were his eyes : Nothing of him that doth fade But doth suffer a sea ...
... hath drawn me rather . But ' tis gone . No , it begins again . ARIEL'S SONG . Full fathom five thy father lies ; Of his bones are coral made ; Those are pearls that were his eyes : Nothing of him that doth fade But doth suffer a sea ...
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... hath such senses As we have , such . This gallant which thou seest Was in the wreck ; and , but he's something stain'd With grief , that's beauty's canker , thou mightst call him Mir . Pros . Fer . Mir . A goodly person . He hath lost ...
... hath such senses As we have , such . This gallant which thou seest Was in the wreck ; and , but he's something stain'd With grief , that's beauty's canker , thou mightst call him Mir . Pros . Fer . Mir . A goodly person . He hath lost ...
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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.