The Dramatic Works of William Shakespeare, with Biographical Introduction by Henry Glassford Bell...Porteous, 1865 |
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Pagina 11
... Sycorax , who , with age and envy , Was grown into a hoop ? hast thou forgot her ? Ari . No , sir . Pro . [ tell me . Thou hast : Where was she born ? speak ; Ari . Sir , in Argier . Pro . Oh SCENE II . 11 THE TEMPEST .
... Sycorax , who , with age and envy , Was grown into a hoop ? hast thou forgot her ? Ari . No , sir . Pro . [ tell me . Thou hast : Where was she born ? speak ; Ari . Sir , in Argier . Pro . Oh SCENE II . 11 THE TEMPEST .
Pagina 12
... Sycorax , For mischiefs manifold , and sorceries terrible To enter human hearing , from Argier , Thou know'st , was banished ; for one thing she did , They would not take her life : Is not this true ? Ari . Ay , sir . Pro . This blear ...
... Sycorax , For mischiefs manifold , and sorceries terrible To enter human hearing , from Argier , Thou know'st , was banished ; for one thing she did , They would not take her life : Is not this true ? Ari . Ay , sir . Pro . This blear ...
Pagina 13
... This island's mine , by Sycorax my mother , Which thou tak'st from me . When thou camest first , [ me Thou strok'dst me , and mad'st much of me ; would'st give Water with berries in't ; and teach me how To SCENE II . 13 THE TEMPEST .
... This island's mine , by Sycorax my mother , Which thou tak'st from me . When thou camest first , [ me Thou strok'dst me , and mad'st much of me ; would'st give Water with berries in't ; and teach me how To SCENE II . 13 THE TEMPEST .
Pagina 14
... Sycorax , toads , beetles , bats , light on you ! For I am all the subjects that you have , Which first was mine own king ; and here you sty me In this hard rock , whiles you do keep from me The rest of the island . Pro . Thou most ...
... Sycorax , toads , beetles , bats , light on you ! For I am all the subjects that you have , Which first was mine own king ; and here you sty me In this hard rock , whiles you do keep from me The rest of the island . Pro . Thou most ...
Pagina 36
... Sycorax my dam and she ; But she as far surpasseth Sycorax As great'st does least . Ste . Is it so brave a lass ? Cal . Ay , lord ; she will become thy bed , I warrant , And bring thee forth brave brood . Ste . Monster , I will kill ...
... Sycorax my dam and she ; But she as far surpasseth Sycorax As great'st does least . Ste . Is it so brave a lass ? Cal . Ay , lord ; she will become thy bed , I warrant , And bring thee forth brave brood . Ste . Monster , I will kill ...
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Pagina 204 - Come away, come away, death, And in sad cypress let me be laid ; Fly away, fly away, breath ; I am slain by a fair cruel maid. My shroud of white, stuck all with yew, O, prepare it ! My part of death, no one so true Did share it. Not a flower, not a flower sweet, On my black coffin let there be strown ; Not a friend, not a friend greet My poor corpse, where my bones shall be thrown : A thousand thousand sighs to save, Lay me, O, where Sad true lover never find my grave, To weep there ! Duke.
Pagina 285 - Take, O, take those lips away, That so sweetly were forsworn ; And those eyes, the break of day, Lights that do mislead the morn : But my kisses bring again, bring again ; Seals of love, but seal'd in vain, seal'd in vain.
Pagina 183 - If music be the food of love, play on ; Give me excess of it, that, surfeiting, The appetite may sicken, and so die. That strain again ! it had a dying fall : O ! it came o'er my ear like the sweet sound That breathes upon a bank of violets, Stealing and giving odour.
Pagina 275 - In thrilling region of thick-ribbed ice ; To be imprison'd in the viewless winds, And blown with restless violence round about The pendent world ; or to be worse than worst Of those that lawless and incertain thoughts Imagine howling! — '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.
Pagina 275 - 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 50 - Have waked their sleepers, oped, and let 'em 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 xxxviii - Desiring this man's art and that man's scope, With what I most enjoy contented least ; Yet in these thoughts myself almost despising, Haply I think on thee, and then my state, Like to the lark at break of day arising From sullen earth, sings hymns at heaven's gate; For thy sweet love remember'd such wealth brings That then I scorn to change my state with kings.
Pagina xc - Alas ! alas ! Why, all the souls that were, were forfeit once; And He that might the vantage best have took, Found out the remedy: How would you be, If he, which is the top of judgment, should But judge you as you are? O, think on that; And mercy then will breathe within your lips, Like man new made.
Pagina 50 - 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; by whose aid, — Weak masters though ye be...
Pagina 24 - 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.