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... exit . It is very likely that Nash was the scape - goat on the occasion , and that the chief blame was thrown upon him , although , in his tract , before mentioned , he maintains that he was the most innocent party of all those who were ...
... exit . It is very likely that Nash was the scape - goat on the occasion , and that the chief blame was thrown upon him , although , in his tract , before mentioned , he maintains that he was the most innocent party of all those who were ...
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... exit of mortality , This a re - entrance to a plaudite . I. M. ' To the Memory of my beloved , the Author , Mr. William Shake- speare , and what he hath left us . To draw no envy , Shakespeare , on thy name , Am I thus ample to thy book ...
... exit of mortality , This a re - entrance to a plaudite . I. M. ' To the Memory of my beloved , the Author , Mr. William Shake- speare , and what he hath left us . To draw no envy , Shakespeare , on thy name , Am I thus ample to thy book ...
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... Exit . Boats . Heigh , my hearts ! cheerly , cheerly , my hearts ! yare , yare . Take in the top - sail ; tend to the master's whistle . - Blow , till thou burst thy wind , if room enough ! Enter ALONSO , SEBASTIAN , ANTONIO , FERDINAND ...
... Exit . Boats . Heigh , my hearts ! cheerly , cheerly , my hearts ! yare , yare . Take in the top - sail ; tend to the master's whistle . - Blow , till thou burst thy wind , if room enough ! Enter ALONSO , SEBASTIAN , ANTONIO , FERDINAND ...
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... Exit . Gon . I have great comfort from this fellow : 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 own doth ...
... Exit . Gon . I have great comfort from this fellow : 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 own doth ...
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... Exit . [ Exit . Gon . Now would I give a thousand furlongs of sea for an acre of barren ground ; long heath , brown furze , any thing . The wills above be done ! but I would fain die a dry death . [ Exit . SCENE II . The Island : before ...
... Exit . [ Exit . Gon . Now would I give a thousand furlongs of sea for an acre of barren ground ; long heath , brown furze , any thing . The wills above be done ! but I would fain die a dry death . [ Exit . SCENE II . The Island : before ...
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Sida 58 - 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 sometimes voices That, if I then had waked 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 waked, I cried to dream again.
Sida 306 - tis too horrible ! The weariest and most loathed worldly life, That age, ache, penury, and imprisonment Can lay on nature, is a paradise To what we fear of death.
Sida 76 - Where the bee sucks, there suck I; In a cowslip's bell I lie: There I couch when owls do cry. On the bat's back I do fly, After summer, merrily : Merrily, merrily, shall I live now, Under the blossom that hangs on the bough.
Sida 306 - Ay, but to die, and go we know not where ; To lie in cold obstruction, and to rot; This sensible warm motion to become A kneaded clod ; and the delighted spirit To bathe in fiery floods...
Sida 227 - Many were the wit-combats betwixt him and Ben Jonson, which two I behold like a Spanish great galleon, and an English man-of-war ; Master Jonson (like the former) was built far higher in learning ; solid, but slow in his performances. Shakespeare...
Sida 84 - 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 ', 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....
Sida 62 - 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" the ooze is bedded ; and I'll seek him deeper than e'er plummet sounded, And with him there lie mudded.
Sida 266 - That to the observer doth thy history Fully unfold. Thyself and thy belongings Are not thine own so proper, as to waste Thyself upon thy virtues, they on thee. Heaven doth with us as we with torches do, Not light them for themselves ; for if our virtues Did not go forth of us, 'twere all alike As if we had them not. Spirits are not finely touch'd But to fine issues, nor Nature never lends The smallest scruple of her excellence, But, like a thrifty goddess, she determines Herself the glory of a creditor,...
Sida 74 - 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 : Go, release them, Ariel ; My charms I'll break, their senses I'll restore, And they shall be themselves.
Sida 254 - My Shakespeare rise! I will not lodge thee by Chaucer, or Spenser, or bid Beaumont lie A little further, to make thee a room: Thou art a monument without a tomb, And art alive still while thy book doth live And we have wits to read, and praise to give.