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... Mira . If by your art , my dearest father , you have Put the wild waters in this roar , allay them : The sky , it seems , would pour down stinking pitch , But that the sea , mounting to the welkin's cheek , Dashes the fire out . O , I ...
... Mira . If by your art , my dearest father , you have Put the wild waters in this roar , allay them : The sky , it seems , would pour down stinking pitch , But that the sea , mounting to the welkin's cheek , Dashes the fire out . O , I ...
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... Mira . Certainly , sir , I can . Pro . By what ? by any other house , or person ? Of anything the image tell me , that Hath kept with thy remembrance . ' Tis far off ; Mira . And rather like a dream than an assurance That my remembrance ...
... Mira . Certainly , sir , I can . Pro . By what ? by any other house , or person ? Of anything the image tell me , that Hath kept with thy remembrance . ' Tis far off ; Mira . And rather like a dream than an assurance That my remembrance ...
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... Mira . But that I do not . Pro . Twelve year since , Miranda , twelve year since , Thy father was the duke of Milan , and A prince of power . Mira . Sir , are not you my father ? Pro . Thy mother was a piece of virtue , and She said ...
... Mira . But that I do not . Pro . Twelve year since , Miranda , twelve year since , Thy father was the duke of Milan , and A prince of power . Mira . Sir , are not you my father ? Pro . Thy mother was a piece of virtue , and She said ...
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... Mira . Sir , most heedfully . Pro . Being once perfected how to grant suits , How to deny them , whom to advance , and whom To trash for overtopping , — -new created The creatures that were mine , I say , or changed them , Or else new ...
... Mira . Sir , most heedfully . Pro . Being once perfected how to grant suits , How to deny them , whom to advance , and whom To trash for overtopping , — -new created The creatures that were mine , I say , or changed them , Or else new ...
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... Mira . O the heavens ! Pro . Mark his condition , and the event ; then tell me , If this might be a brother . I should sin Mira . To think but nobly of my grandmother : Good wombs have borne bad sons . Pro . Now the condition . This ...
... Mira . O the heavens ! Pro . Mark his condition , and the event ; then tell me , If this might be a brother . I should sin Mira . To think but nobly of my grandmother : Good wombs have borne bad sons . Pro . Now the condition . This ...
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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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Page 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.
Page 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.
Page 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...
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 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...
Page 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.
Page 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...
Page 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.
Page 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.
Page 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...