Tempest. Two gentlemen of VeronaPrinted for, and under the direction of, John Bell, 1788 |
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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 . O , woe the day ! Pro . No harm . I have done nothing but in care of thee , 90 ( Of thee , my dear one ! thee , my daughter ! ) who Art ignorant of what thou art ... Mira . You have often Begun to tell me what Mira . Aat TEMPEST .
... Mira . O , woe the day ! Pro . No harm . I have done nothing but in care of thee , 90 ( Of thee , my dear one ! thee , my daughter ! ) who Art ignorant of what thou art ... Mira . You have often Begun to tell me what Mira . Aat TEMPEST .
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... Mira . ' Tis far off ;用 And rather like a dream , than an assurance That my remembrance warrants : Had I not Four ... Mira . But that I do not . Pro . Twelve years since , Miranda , twelve years since , Thy father was the duke of Milan ...
... Mira . ' Tis far off ;用 And rather like a dream , than an assurance That my remembrance warrants : Had I not Four ... Mira . But that I do not . Pro . Twelve years since , Miranda , twelve years since , Thy father was the duke of Milan ...
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... Mira . O the heavens ! 140 What foul play had we , that we came from thence ? Or blessed was't , we did ? Pro . Both , both , my girl : By foul play , as thou say'st , were we heav'd thente ; But blessedly holp hither . Mira . O , my ...
... Mira . O the heavens ! 140 What foul play had we , that we came from thence ? Or blessed was't , we did ? Pro . Both , both , my girl : By foul play , as thou say'st , were we heav'd thente ; But blessedly holp hither . Mira . O , my ...
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... Mira . O good sir , I do . " Pro . I pray thee , mark me . " I thus neglecting worldly ends , all dedicated " To closeness , and the bettering of my mind " With that , which , but by being so retir'd , " O'er priz'd all popular rate ...
... Mira . O good sir , I do . " Pro . I pray thee , mark me . " I thus neglecting worldly ends , all dedicated " To closeness , and the bettering of my mind " With that , which , but by being so retir'd , " O'er priz'd all popular rate ...
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Strana 23 - I pitied thee, Took pains to make thee speak, taught thee each hour One thing or other : when thou didst not, savage, 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 confin'd into this rock, Who hadst deserv'd more than a prison. Cal. You taught me language; and my profit on't Is, I...
Strana 53 - I have broke your hest to say so. Fer. Admir'd Miranda ! Indeed, the top of admiration ; worth What's dearest to the world ! Full many a lady I have ey'd with best regard ; and many a time The harmony of their tongues hath into bondage Brought my too diligent ear : for several virtues Have I lik'd several women ; never any With so full soul, but some defect in her Did quarrel with the noblest grace she ow'd, And put it to the foil : but you, O you ! So perfect, and so peerless, are created Of every...
Strana 86 - O ! wonder ! How many goodly creatures are there here ! How beauteous mankind is ! O brave new world, That has such people in't ! Pro.
Strana 73 - The heaven such grace did lend her, That she might admired be. Is she kind as she is fair ? For beauty lives with kindness : Love doth to her eyes repair, To help him of his blindness ; And, being help'd, inhabits there. Then to Silvia let us sing, That Silvia is excelling : She excels each mortal thing, Upon the dull earth dwelling : To her let us garlands bring.
Strana 8 - 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.
Strana 23 - would it had been done ! Thou didst prevent me ; I had peopled else This isle with Calibans. Pro. Abhorred slave ; Which any print of goodness will not take, Being capable of all ill ! I pitied thee, Took pains to make thee speak, taught thee each hour One thing or other : when thou didst not, savage, Know thine own meaning, but would'st gabble like A thing most brutish, I endow'd thy purposes With words that made them known...
Strana 80 - twixt the green sea and the azur'd vault Set roaring war : to the dread rattling thunder Have I given fire, and rifted Jove's stout oak With his own bolt : the strong-bas'd promontory Have I made shake ; and by the spurs pluck'd up The pine and cedar : graves, at my command, Have wak'd their sleepers ; op'd, and let them forth By my so potent art...
Strana 45 - 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 80 - 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.
Strana 65 - 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, pronounc'd The name of Prosper; it did bass my trespass. Therefore my son i" the ooze is bedded ; and I'll seek him deeper than e'er plummet sounded, And with him there lie mudded.