Prefaces. Tempest. Two gentlemen of Verona. Merry wives of WindsorC. Bathurst, 1773 |
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... Mira . Your tale , Sir , would cure deafness . Pro . To have no fcreen between this part he play'd , -like one , Who having , INTO truth , by telling of it , Made fuch a finner of his memory , To credit his own lie , - - ] The corrupted ...
... Mira . Your tale , Sir , would cure deafness . Pro . To have no fcreen between this part he play'd , -like one , Who having , INTO truth , by telling of it , Made fuch a finner of his memory , To credit his own lie , - - ] The corrupted ...
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... Mira . O the heavens ! Pro . Mark his condition , and the event ; then tell me , If this might be a brother . Mira . I fhould fin To think but nobly of my grandmother : Good wombs have bore bad fons . Pro . Now the condition . This king ...
... Mira . O the heavens ! Pro . Mark his condition , and the event ; then tell me , If this might be a brother . Mira . I fhould fin To think but nobly of my grandmother : Good wombs have bore bad fons . Pro . Now the condition . This king ...
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... Mira . Wherefore did they not That hour destroy us ? Pro . Well demanded , wench : My tale provokes that queftion . Dear , they durft not ( So dear the love my people bore me ) set A mark fo bloody on the business ; but With colours ...
... Mira . Wherefore did they not That hour destroy us ? Pro . Well demanded , wench : My tale provokes that queftion . Dear , they durft not ( So dear the love my people bore me ) set A mark fo bloody on the business ; but With colours ...
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... Mira . Would I might But ever fee that man ! Pro . Now , I arife : Sit ftill , and hear the laft of our fea - forrow . Here in this island we arriv'd ; and here Have I , thy fchool mafter , made thee more profit Than other princes can ...
... Mira . Would I might But ever fee that man ! Pro . Now , I arife : Sit ftill , and hear the laft of our fea - forrow . Here in this island we arriv'd ; and here Have I , thy fchool mafter , made thee more profit Than other princes can ...
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... Mira . The ftrangeness of your ftory put Heavinefs in me . Pro . Shake it off : come on ; We'll vifit Caliban , my ... Mira . ' Tis a villain , Sir , I Mira . 22 TEMPEST . THE.
... Mira . The ftrangeness of your ftory put Heavinefs in me . Pro . Shake it off : come on ; We'll vifit Caliban , my ... Mira . ' Tis a villain , Sir , I Mira . 22 TEMPEST . THE.
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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...