The Personal Shakespeare, Volumul 12Doubleday, Page, 1904 |
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Pagina 33
... Sleepe hath ceiz'd me wholly . IO [ Exit Lady . ] To your protection I commend me , Gods , From Fayries , and the Tempters of the night , 55. Aud : And - 2-4F . 7-8 . 1 1. - ROWE . T.C.3 . 61. make the : make ! The - THEOBALD . 12. ceix ...
... Sleepe hath ceiz'd me wholly . IO [ Exit Lady . ] To your protection I commend me , Gods , From Fayries , and the Tempters of the night , 55. Aud : And - 2-4F . 7-8 . 1 1. - ROWE . T.C.3 . 61. make the : make ! The - THEOBALD . 12. ceix ...
Pagina 34
... sleepe , thou Ape of death , lye dull upon her , And be her Sense but as a Monument , Thus in a Chappell lying . Come off , come off ; [ Taking off her bracelet . ] 40 As slippery as the Gordian - knot was hard . ' Tis mine , and this ...
... sleepe , thou Ape of death , lye dull upon her , And be her Sense but as a Monument , Thus in a Chappell lying . Come off , come off ; [ Taking off her bracelet . ] 40 As slippery as the Gordian - knot was hard . ' Tis mine , and this ...
Pagina 55
... Sleepe Boyes , this gate Instructs you how t'adore the Heavens ; and bowes you To a mornings holy office . The Gates of Monarches Are Arch'd so high , that Giants may jet1 through And keepe their impious Turbonds on , without 1 strut ...
... Sleepe Boyes , this gate Instructs you how t'adore the Heavens ; and bowes you To a mornings holy office . The Gates of Monarches Are Arch'd so high , that Giants may jet1 through And keepe their impious Turbonds on , without 1 strut ...
Pagina 89
... sleepe . But soft ; no Bedfellow ? Oh Gods , and Goddesses ! [ Seeing the body of Cloten . ] These Flowres are like the pleasures of the World ; This bloody man the care on't . I hope I dreame : For so I thought I was a Cave - keeper ...
... sleepe . But soft ; no Bedfellow ? Oh Gods , and Goddesses ! [ Seeing the body of Cloten . ] These Flowres are like the pleasures of the World ; This bloody man the care on't . I hope I dreame : For so I thought I was a Cave - keeper ...
Pagina 92
... sleepe upon the dead . Let's see the Boyes face . Cap . Hee's alive my Lord . Luc . Hee'l then instruct us of this body : Young one , Informe us of thy Fortunes , for it seemes They crave to be demanded : who is this Thou mak'st thy ...
... sleepe upon the dead . Let's see the Boyes face . Cap . Hee's alive my Lord . Luc . Hee'l then instruct us of this body : Young one , Informe us of thy Fortunes , for it seemes They crave to be demanded : who is this Thou mak'st thy ...
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Pagina 78 - Why, well; Never so truly happy, my good Cromwell. I know myself now ; and I feel within me A peace above all earthly dignities, A still and quiet conscience.
Pagina 66 - 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.
Pagina 37 - 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. Legg'd like a man! and his fins like arms! Warm, o
Pagina 13 - All hail, great master! grave sir, hail ! I come To answer thy best pleasure ; be't to fly, To swim, to dive into the fire, to ride On the curl'd clouds ; to thy strong bidding, task Ariel, and all his quality.
Pagina 66 - A wave o' the sea, that you might ever do Nothing but that ; move still, still so, and own No other function. Each your doing, So singular in each particular, Crowns what you are doing in the present deeds, That all your acts are queens.
Pagina 115 - She shall be lov'd and fear'd. Her own shall bless her: Her foes shake like a field of beaten corn, And hang their heads with sorrow. Good grows with her; In her days every man shall eat in safety Under his own vine what he plants, and sing The merry songs of peace to all his neighbours.
Pagina 72 - Nay then, farewell ! I have touch'd the highest point of all my greatness : And, from that full meridian of my glory, I haste now to my setting. I shall fall Like a bright exhalation in the evening, And no man see me more.
Pagina 51 - 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.
Pagina 67 - 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; the strong-bas'd promontory Have I made shake, and by the spurs pluck'd up The pine and cedar. Graves at my command Have wak'd their sleepers, op'd, and let 'em forth, By my so potent art.
Pagina 80 - Love thyself last: cherish those hearts that hate thee; Corruption wins not more than honesty. Still in thy right hand carry gentle peace, To silence envious tongues. Be just, and fear not: Let all the ends thou aim'st at be thy country's, Thy God's, and truth's...