The Plays of William Shakspeare, Volym 1H. S. Carey and I. Lea, 1822 |
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... souls ! they perish'd . Had I been any god of power , I would Have sunk the sea within the earth , or e'erl It should ... soul- No , not so much perdition as a hair , Betid to any creature in the vessel Which thou heard'st cry , which ...
... souls ! they perish'd . Had I been any god of power , I would Have sunk the sea within the earth , or e'erl It should ... soul- No , not so much perdition as a hair , Betid to any creature in the vessel Which thou heard'st cry , which ...
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... soul But felt a fever of the mad , and play'd Some tricks of desperation : all , but mariners , Plung'd in the foaming brine , and quit the vessel , Then all a - fire with me : the king's son , Ferdinand , With hair upstaring ( then ...
... soul But felt a fever of the mad , and play'd Some tricks of desperation : all , but mariners , Plung'd in the foaming brine , and quit the vessel , Then all a - fire with me : the king's son , Ferdinand , With hair upstaring ( then ...
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... soul prompts it : -Spirit , fine spirit ! I'll free thee Within two days for this . Fer . Most sure , the goddess On whom these airs attend ! - Vouchsafe my prayer May know , if you remain upon this island ; And that you will some good ...
... soul prompts it : -Spirit , fine spirit ! I'll free thee Within two days for this . Fer . Most sure , the goddess On whom these airs attend ! - Vouchsafe my prayer May know , if you remain upon this island ; And that you will some good ...
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... soul herself Weigh'd , between lothness and obedience , at Which end o ' the beam she'd bow . your son , We have lost I fear , for ever : Milan and Naples have More widows in them of this business ' making , Than we bring men to comfort ...
... soul herself Weigh'd , between lothness and obedience , at Which end o ' the beam she'd bow . your son , We have lost I fear , for ever : Milan and Naples have More widows in them of this business ' making , Than we bring men to comfort ...
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... soul , but some defect in her Did quarrel with the noblest grace she ow'd , 2 And put it to the foil : but you , O you , So perfect , and so peerless , are created Of every creature's best . Mira . I do not know One of my sex ; no ...
... soul , but some defect in her Did quarrel with the noblest grace she ow'd , 2 And put it to the foil : but you , O you , So perfect , and so peerless , are created Of every creature's best . Mira . I do not know One of my sex ; no ...
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The Plays of William Shakespeare,: In Eight Volumes, with the Corrections ... William Shakespeare Obegränsad förhandsgranskning - 1765 |
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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.