The Plays of William Shakspeare, Volym 1H. S. Carey and I. Lea, 1822 |
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... keep below . Ant . Where is the master , boatswain ? Boats . Do you not hear him ? You mar our la- bour ! keep your cabins : you do assist the storm . ( 1 ) Readily . Gon . Nay , good , be patient . Boats TEMPEST ...
... keep below . Ant . Where is the master , boatswain ? Boats . Do you not hear him ? You mar our la- bour ! keep your cabins : you do assist the storm . ( 1 ) Readily . Gon . Nay , good , be patient . Boats TEMPEST ...
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... keep in service . Thou best know'st What torment I did find thee in : thy groans Did make wolves howl , and penetrate the breasts Of ever angry bears : it was a torment To lay upon the damn'd , which Sycorax Could not again undo ; it ...
... keep in service . Thou best know'st What torment I did find thee in : thy groans Did make wolves howl , and penetrate the breasts Of ever angry bears : it was a torment To lay upon the damn'd , which Sycorax Could not again undo ; it ...
Sida 27
... keep from me The rest of the island . Pro . Thou most lying slave , Whom stripes may move , not kindness ; I have us'd thee , Filth as thou art , with human care ; and lodg'd thee In mine own cell , till thou didst seek to violate The ...
... keep from me The rest of the island . Pro . Thou most lying slave , Whom stripes may move , not kindness ; I have us'd thee , Filth as thou art , with human care ; and lodg'd thee In mine own cell , till thou didst seek to violate The ...
Sida 40
... which regions There is some space . Ant . A space whose every cubit Seems to cry out , How shall that Claribel Measure us back to Naples ? -Keep in Tunis , And let Sebastian wake ! -Say , this were death 40 Act II . TEMPEST .
... which regions There is some space . Ant . A space whose every cubit Seems to cry out , How shall that Claribel Measure us back to Naples ? -Keep in Tunis , And let Sebastian wake ! -Say , this were death 40 Act II . TEMPEST .
Sida 42
... keep them living . [ Sings in Gonzalo's ear . While you here do snoring lie , Open - ey'd Conspiracy His time doth take : If of life you keep a care , Shake off slumber , and beware : Awake ! awake ! Ant . Then let us both be sudden ...
... keep them living . [ Sings in Gonzalo's ear . While you here do snoring lie , Open - ey'd Conspiracy His time doth take : If of life you keep a care , Shake off slumber , and beware : Awake ! awake ! Ant . Then let us both be sudden ...
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Ariel bawd brother Caius Caliban Claudio daughter devil dost thou doth Duke Enter Escal Exeunt Exit eyes Falstaff father fear fool friar gentle gentleman give grace hath hear heart heaven Herne the hunter hither honour Host Hugh Evans husband Illyria Isab Julia knave lady Laun letter look lord Angelo Lucio madam maid Malvolio Marry master Brook master doctor Mira mistress Anne mistress Ford never night pardon peace Pist Pompey pr'ythee pray Prospero Proteus Prov Provost Quick Re-enter SCENE servant Shal Silvia Sir Andrew Sir Andrew Ague-cheek Sir Hugh sir John Sir John Falstaff Sir Toby Sir Toby Belch Slen soul speak Speed sweet Sycorax tell thee there's thine thing thou art thou hast Thurio Trin Trinculo Valentine What's wife woman word
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Sida 71 - 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.
Sida 374 - 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 71 - And mine shall. 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 mov'd than thou art ? Though with their high wrongs I am struck to the quick, Yet, with my nobler reason 'gainst my fury • Do I take part : the rarer action is In virtue than in vengeance...
Sida 73 - The charm dissolves apace ; And as the morning steals upon the night, Melting the darkness, so their rising senses Begin to chase the ignorant fumes that mantle Their clearer reason.
Sida 358 - Too late? why, no; I, that do speak a word, May call it back again: Well believe this, No ceremony that to great ones 'longs, Not the king's crown, nor the deputed sword, The marshal's truncheon, nor the judge's robe, Become them with one half so good a grace, As mercy does.
Sida 27 - 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 wouldst gabble like A thing most brutish, I endowed thy purposes With words that made them known...
Sida 275 - O mistress mine, where are you roaming ? O, stay and hear ; your true love's coming, That can sing both high and low : Trip no further, pretty sweeting, Journeys end in lovers' meeting, Every wise man's son doth know.
Sida 138 - Who is Silvia ? what is she, That all our swains commend her ? Holy, fair, and wise is she, The heaven such grace did lend her, That she might admired be. Is she kind as she is fair ? For beauty lives with kindness : Love doth to her eyes repair, To help him of his blindness ; And, being help'd, inhabits there. Then to Silvia let us sing, That Silvia is excelling : She excels each mortal thing, Upon the dull earth dwelling : To her let us garlands bring.
Sida 336 - 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...
Sida 44 - 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.