Tempest ; Two gentlemen of Verona ; Comedy of errorsBradbury, Agnew, and Company, 1866 - Drama |
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... right out . Cer . Highest queen of state , Great Juno comes : I know her by her gait . Enter JUNO . Jun . How does my bounteous sister ? Go with me , To bless this twain , that they may prosperous be SC . I. 61 THE TEMPEST .
... right out . Cer . Highest queen of state , Great Juno comes : I know her by her gait . Enter JUNO . Jun . How does my bounteous sister ? Go with me , To bless this twain , that they may prosperous be SC . I. 61 THE TEMPEST .
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... sister crying , our maid howling , our cat wringing her hands , and all our house in a great perplexity , yet did not this cruel - hearted cur shed one tear : he is a stone , a very pebble - stone , and has no more pity in him than a ...
... sister crying , our maid howling , our cat wringing her hands , and all our house in a great perplexity , yet did not this cruel - hearted cur shed one tear : he is a stone , a very pebble - stone , and has no more pity in him than a ...
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... sister ; for , look you , she is as white as a lily , and as small as a wand : this hat is Nan , our maid ; I am the dog : -no , the dog is himself , and I am the dog , -O the dog is me , and I am myself ; ay , so , so . Now come I to ...
... sister ; for , look you , she is as white as a lily , and as small as a wand : this hat is Nan , our maid ; I am the dog : -no , the dog is himself , and I am the dog , -O the dog is me , and I am myself ; ay , so , so . Now come I to ...
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... sisters went to it ! I have taught him -even as one would say precisely , Thus I would teach a dog . I was sent to deliver him , as a present to mistress Silvia , from my master ; and I came no sooner into the dining - chamber , but he ...
... sisters went to it ! I have taught him -even as one would say precisely , Thus I would teach a dog . I was sent to deliver him , as a present to mistress Silvia , from my master ; and I came no sooner into the dining - chamber , but he ...
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... , wife to Ægeon , an abbess at Ephesus . ADRIANA , wife to Antipholus of Ephesus . LUCIANA , sister to Adriana . LUCE , servant to Adriana . A Courtezan . SCENE , EPHESUS . COMEDY OF ERRORS . ACT I. SCENE I. - A PERSONS REPRESENTED. ...
... , wife to Ægeon , an abbess at Ephesus . ADRIANA , wife to Antipholus of Ephesus . LUCIANA , sister to Adriana . LUCE , servant to Adriana . A Courtezan . SCENE , EPHESUS . COMEDY OF ERRORS . ACT I. SCENE I. - A PERSONS REPRESENTED. ...
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ADRIANA Ægeon 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.