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Pagina 15
... thing ! Hast thou forgot The foul witch Sycorax , who , with age and envy , Was grown into a hoop ? hast thou forgot her ? Ari . No , sir . Pro . Thou hast where was she born ? speak ; tell me . Ari . Sir , in Argier . Pro . O , was she ...
... thing ! Hast thou forgot The foul witch Sycorax , who , with age and envy , Was grown into a hoop ? hast thou forgot her ? Ari . No , sir . Pro . Thou hast where was she born ? speak ; tell me . Ari . Sir , in Argier . Pro . O , was she ...
Pagina 16
... thing she did They would not take her life . Is not this true ? Ari . Ay , sir . Pro . This blue - eyed hag was hither brought with child , And here was left by the sailors . Thou , my slave , As thou report'st thyself , wast then her ...
... thing she did They would not take her life . Is not this true ? Ari . Ay , sir . Pro . This blue - eyed hag was hither brought with child , And here was left by the sailors . Thou , my slave , As thou report'st thyself , wast then her ...
Pagina 19
... thing or other : when thou didst not , savage , Know thine own meaning , but wouldst gabble like A thing most brutish , I endow'd thy purposes With words that made them known . vile race , But thy Though thou didst learn , had that in't ...
... thing or other : when thou didst not , savage , Know thine own meaning , but wouldst gabble like A thing most brutish , I endow'd thy purposes With words that made them known . vile race , But thy Though thou didst learn , had that in't ...
Pagina 21
... thing divine ; for nothing natural I ever saw so noble . Pro . [ aside . ] I might call him It goes on , I see , As my soul prompts it . - Spirit , fine spirit ! I'll free thee Within two days for this , Fer . Most sure , the goddess On ...
... thing divine ; for nothing natural I ever saw so noble . Pro . [ aside . ] I might call him It goes on , I see , As my soul prompts it . - Spirit , fine spirit ! I'll free thee Within two days for this , Fer . Most sure , the goddess On ...
Pagina 22
... thing , as I am now , that wonders To hear thee speak of Naples . He does hear me ; And that he does I weep : myself am Naples ; Who with mine eyes , ne'er since at ebb , beheld The king my father wreck'd . Mira . Alack , for mercy ...
... thing , as I am now , that wonders To hear thee speak of Naples . He does hear me ; And that he does I weep : myself am Naples ; Who with mine eyes , ne'er since at ebb , beheld The king my father wreck'd . Mira . Alack , for mercy ...
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Antipholus ARIEL better brother Caius CALIBAN Claudio death Demetrius didst dost thou doth Dromio Duke Enter Ephesus Escal Exeunt Exit eyes fair fairy Falstaff father fear friar gentle gentleman give gone grace hath hear heart heaven Hermia Herne the hunter Hippolyta hither honour Host HUGH EVANS husband Isab Julia lady Laun look Lucio Lysander madam maid Marry master Brook master doctor Mira mistress Anne mistress Ford never night pardon PHILOSTRATE Pist Pompey pray Prospero Proteus Prov Provost Puck Pyramus Quick Quin Re-enter SCENE servant Shal Silvia Sir HUGH sir John sir John Falstaff sleep Slen Slender speak Speed sweet tell thank thee there's Theseus thine thing thou art thou hast thou shalt Thurio Titania Trin Trinculo Valentine What's wife woman word
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Pagina 30 - I' the commonwealth I would by contraries Execute all things ; for no kind of traffic Would I admit ; no name of magistrate ; Letters should not be known ; riches, poverty, And use of service, none ; contract, succession, Bourn, bound of land, tilth, vineyard, none ; No use of metal, corn, or wine, or oil ; No occupation ; all men idle, all ; And women too, — but innocent and pure ; No sovereignty, — Seb.
Pagina 70 - Have waked their sleepers ; oped, and let them forth By my so potent art. But this rough magic I here abjure : and, when I have required Some heavenly music, (which, even now I do,) To work mine end upon their senses that This airy charm is for, I'll break my staff, Bury it certain fathoms in the earth, And, deeper than did ever plummet sound, I'll drown my book.
Pagina 148 - 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, or to reside In thrilling regions of thick-ribbed ice...
Pagina 52 - 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 sometime 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 57 - 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, pronounced The name of Prosper : it did bass my trespass. Therefore my son i...
Pagina 222 - That very time I saw, but thou couldst not, Flying between the cold moon and the earth, Cupid all arm'd : a certain aim he took At a fair vestal throned by the west, And loosed his love-shaft smartly from his bow, As it should pierce a hundred thousand hearts; But I might see young Cupid's fiery shaft Quench'd in the chaste beams of the watery moon, And the imperial votaress passed on, In maiden meditation, fancy free.
Pagina 225 - I pray thee, give it me. I know a bank where the wild thyme blows, Where ox-lips and the nodding violet grows ; Quite over-canopied with luscious woodbine, With sweet musk-roses, and with eglantine...
Pagina 104 - 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.
Pagina 264 - The lunatic, the lover, and the poet Are of imagination all compact : One sees more devils than vast hell can hold ; That is the madman : the lover, all as frantic, Sees Helen's beauty in a brow of Egypt: The poet's eye, in a fine frenzy rolling, Doth glance from heaven to earth, from earth to heaven, And, as imagination bodies forth The forms of things unknown, the poet's pen Turns them to shapes, and gives to airy nothing A local habitation and a name.
Pagina 70 - 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...