The Plays of Shakspeare, Svazek 1Hurst, Robinson, and Company, 1819 |
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... dear one ! thee , my daughter ! ) who Art ignorant of what thou art , nought knowing Of whence I am ; nor that I am more better Than Prospero , master of a full poor cell , And thy no greater father . Mira . More to know Did never ...
... dear one ! thee , my daughter ! ) who Art ignorant of what thou art , nought knowing Of whence I am ; nor that I am more better Than Prospero , master of a full poor cell , And thy no greater father . Mira . More to know Did never ...
Strana 3
... dear the love my people bore me ). That my remembrance warrants : Had I not Four or five women once , that tended me ? Pro . Thou had'st , and more , Miranda : But how is it , That this lives in thy mind ? What seest thou else In the ...
... dear the love my people bore me ). That my remembrance warrants : Had I not Four or five women once , that tended me ? Pro . Thou had'st , and more , Miranda : But how is it , That this lives in thy mind ? What seest thou else In the ...
Strana 4
... dear lady , hath mine enemies Brought to this shore : and by my prescience I find my zenith doth depend upon A most auspicious star ; whose influence If now I court not , but omit , my fortunes Will ever after droop . - Here cease more ...
... dear lady , hath mine enemies Brought to this shore : and by my prescience I find my zenith doth depend upon A most auspicious star ; whose influence If now I court not , but omit , my fortunes Will ever after droop . - Here cease more ...
Strana 5
... dear heart , awake ! thou hast slept well : Awake ! Mira . The strangeness of your story put Heaviness on me . Pro . Shake it off : Come on ; We'll visit Caliban , my slave , who never Yields us kind answer . Mira . ' Tis a villain ...
... dear heart , awake ! thou hast slept well : Awake ! Mira . The strangeness of your story put Heaviness on me . Pro . Shake it off : Come on ; We'll visit Caliban , my slave , who never Yields us kind answer . Mira . ' Tis a villain ...
Strana 7
... dear father , Make not too rash a trial of him , for He's gentle , and not fearful . Pro . What , I say , [ He draws . My foot my tutor ! -Put thy sword up , traitor ; Who mak'st a shew , but dar'st not strike , thy conscience Is so ...
... dear father , Make not too rash a trial of him , for He's gentle , and not fearful . Pro . What , I say , [ He draws . My foot my tutor ! -Put thy sword up , traitor ; Who mak'st a shew , but dar'st not strike , thy conscience Is so ...
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Strana 255 - With eyes severe, and beard of formal cut, Full of wise saws and modern instances ; And so he plays his part. The sixth age shifts Into the lean and slipper'd pantaloon, With spectacles on nose and pouch on side, His youthful hose well...
Strana 12 - 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. Legged like a man! and his fins like arms! Warm, o
Strana 168 - Swifter than the moon's sphere; And I serve the fairy queen, To dew her orbs upon the green. The cowslips tall her pensioners be: In their gold coats spots you see; Those be rubies, fairy favours, In those freckles live their savours: I must go seek some dewdrops here, And hang a pearl in every cowslip's ear.
Strana 88 - 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.
Strana 462 - And thus still doing, thus he pass'd along. Duch. Alas ! poor Richard ! where rides he the while ? York. As in a theatre, the eyes of men, After a well-graced actor leaves the stage, Are idly bent on him that enters next, Thinking his prattle to be tedious : Even so, or with much more contempt, men's eyes Did scowl on Richard ; no man cried, God save him...