Tempest ; Two gentlemen of Verona ; Comedy of errorsBradbury, Agnew, and Company, 1866 - Drama |
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... false brother Awaked an evil nature : and my trust , Like a good parent , did beget of him A falsehood , in its contrary as great As my trust was ; which had , indeed , no limit , A confidence sans bound . He being thus lorded , Not ...
... false brother Awaked an evil nature : and my trust , Like a good parent , did beget of him A falsehood , in its contrary as great As my trust was ; which had , indeed , no limit , A confidence sans bound . He being thus lorded , Not ...
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... falsely pocket up his report . Gon . Methinks , our garments are now as fresh as when we put them on first in Afric , at the marriage of the king's fair daughter Claribel to the king of Tunis . Seb . ' Twas a sweet marriage , and we ...
... falsely pocket up his report . Gon . Methinks , our garments are now as fresh as when we put them on first in Afric , at the marriage of the king's fair daughter Claribel to the king of Tunis . Seb . ' Twas a sweet marriage , and we ...
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... false . Fer . I would not for the world . No , my dearest love , Mira . Yes , for a score of kingdoms you should wrangle , And I would call it fair play . Alon . If this prove A vision of the island , one dear son Shall 74 ACT V. THE ...
... false . Fer . I would not for the world . No , my dearest love , Mira . Yes , for a score of kingdoms you should wrangle , And I would call it fair play . Alon . If this prove A vision of the island , one dear son Shall 74 ACT V. THE ...
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... false interpreter . Jul . Some love of yours hath writ to you in rhyme . Luc . That I might sing it , madam , to a tune : Give me a note : your ladyship can set . ful . As little by such toys as may be possible : Best sing it to the ...
... false interpreter . Jul . Some love of yours hath writ to you in rhyme . Luc . That I might sing it , madam , to a tune : Give me a note : your ladyship can set . ful . As little by such toys as may be possible : Best sing it to the ...
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... false transgression , That makes me , reasonless , to reason thus ? She is fair ; and so is Julia , that I love ; - That I did love , for now my love is thaw'd ; Which like a waxen image ' gainst a fire , Bears no impression of the ...
... false transgression , That makes me , reasonless , to reason thus ? She is fair ; and so is Julia , that I love ; - That I did love , for now my love is thaw'd ; Which like a waxen image ' gainst a fire , Bears no impression of the ...
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ADRIANA Ęgeon ARIEL art thou banish'd bear Boatswain brother CALIBAN Ceres chain daughter didst thou dinner dost thou doth DROMIO of Syracuse ducats Duke duke of Milan Eglamour Ephesus Exeunt Exit eyes fair father fear fetch fool gentle gentleman GENTLEMEN OF VERONA give gone Gonzalo grace Hark Hast thou hath hear heart heaven hence hither honour husband Julia king lady Laun Launce look lord Lucetta Mantua Marry Milan Mira mistress monster Naples ne'er pr'ythee pray Prospero quoth SCENE servant sir Proteus sir Thurio sister slave sleep speak Speed spirit Stephano strange sweet Sycorax Syracusan tell thee There's thine thou art thou didst thou hast thou shalt thyself Trin Trinculo Tunis unto Valentine villain weep wench wife Wilt thou word
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Page 121 - The current, that with gentle murmur glides, Thou know'st, being stopp'd, impatiently doth rage; But, when his fair course is not hindered, He makes sweet music with the enamell'd stones, Giving a gentle kiss to every sedge He overtaketh in his pilgrimage, And so by many winding nooks he strays, With willing sport, to- the wild ocean.
Page 69 - 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 ; they being penitent, The sole drift of my purpose doth extend Not a frown further.
Page 71 - Where the bee sucks, there suck I ; In a cowslip's bell I lie : There I couch when owls do cry. On the bat's back I do fly, After summer, merrily : Merrily, merrily, shall I live now, Under the blossom that hangs on the bough.
Page 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.
Page 18 - em. Caliban. I must eat my dinner. This island's mine, by Sycorax my mother, Which thou tak'st from me. When thou earnest first, Thou strok'dst me and mad'st much of me, wouldst give me Water with berries in't, and teach me how To name the bigger light, and how the less, That burn by day and night : and then I lov'd thee, And show'd thee all the qualities o' th' isle, The fresh springs, brine-pits, barren place and fertile.
Page 20 - Where should this music be ? i' the air, or the earth It sounds no more ; — and sure, it waits upon Some god of the island. Sitting on a bank, Weeping again the king my father's wreck, This music crept by me upon the waters ; Allaying both their fury, and my passion, With its sweet air: thence I have followed it, Or it hath drawn me rather : — But 'tis gone.
Page 75 - O, wonder ! How many goodly creatures are there here ! How beauteous mankind is ! O, brave new world, That has such people in't ! Pro. Tis new to thee.
Page 38 - 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.
Page 70 - 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.
Page 19 - Know thine own meaning, but would'st gabble like A thing most brutish, I endow'd thy purposes With words that made them known : but thy vile race, Though thou didst learn, had that in't which good natures Could not abide to be with ; therefore wast thou Deservedly confined into this rock, Who hadst deserved more than a prison.