Prefaces. Tempest. Two gentlemen of Verona. Merry wives of WindsorC. Bathurst, 1773 |
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Sida 49
... Trin . Here's neither bufh nor fhrub to bear off any weather at all , and another storm brewing ; I hear it fing i ' the wind . Yond ' fame black cloud , yond huge one , 4 looks like a foul bumbard that would fhed his liquor . If it ...
... Trin . Here's neither bufh nor fhrub to bear off any weather at all , and another storm brewing ; I hear it fing i ' the wind . Yond ' fame black cloud , yond huge one , 4 looks like a foul bumbard that would fhed his liquor . If it ...
Sida 51
... Trin . I fhould know that voice : it fhould be but he is drown'd ; and these are devils : O ! defend me !. Ste . Four legs , and two voices ; a moft delicate monster ! His forward voice now is to fpeak well of his friend ; his backward ...
... Trin . I fhould know that voice : it fhould be but he is drown'd ; and these are devils : O ! defend me !. Ste . Four legs , and two voices ; a moft delicate monster ! His forward voice now is to fpeak well of his friend ; his backward ...
Sida 52
... Trin . Stephano- Ste . Doth thy other mouth call me ? mercy ! mer- cy ! This is a devil , and no monfter : I will leave him ; I have no long spoon . Trin . Stephano ! if thou beeft Stephano , touch me , and speak to me ; for I am ...
... Trin . Stephano- Ste . Doth thy other mouth call me ? mercy ! mer- cy ! This is a devil , and no monfter : I will leave him ; I have no long spoon . Trin . Stephano ! if thou beeft Stephano , touch me , and speak to me ; for I am ...
Sida 53
... Trin . Swom a - fhore , man , like a duck ; I can swim like a duck , I'll be fworn . Ste . Here , kifs the book . Though thou canst fwim like a duck , thou art made like a goofe . Trin . O Stephano , haft any more of this ? Ste . The ...
... Trin . Swom a - fhore , man , like a duck ; I can swim like a duck , I'll be fworn . Ste . Here , kifs the book . Though thou canst fwim like a duck , thou art made like a goofe . Trin . O Stephano , haft any more of this ? Ste . The ...
Sida 54
... Trin . I fhall laugh myself to death at this puppy- headed monster : a moft fcurvy monster ! I could find in my heart to beat him- Ste . Come , kifs . Trin . But that the poor monster's in drink : an abominable monster ! Cal . I'll fhew ...
... Trin . I fhall laugh myself to death at this puppy- headed monster : a moft fcurvy monster ! I could find in my heart to beat him- Ste . Come , kifs . Trin . But that the poor monster's in drink : an abominable monster ! Cal . I'll fhew ...
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Sida 89 - O, wonder! How many goodly creatures are there here ! How beauteous mankind is ! O brave new world, That has such people in't ! Pros.
Sida 23 - 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.
Sida 83 - Ye elves of hills, brooks, standing lakes and groves, And ye that on the sands with printless foot Do chase the ebbing Neptune and do fly him 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, that rejoice To hear the solemn curfew...
Sida 83 - To hear the solemn curfew ; by whose aid (Weak masters though ye be) I have be-dimm'd The noontide 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...
Sida 82 - Hast thou, which art but air, a touch, a feeling Of their afflictions, and shall not myself, One of their kind, that relish all as sharply, Passion as they, be kindlier...