The Plays of William Shakspeare, Svazek 1H. S. Carey and I. Lea, 1822 |
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Strana 16
... thee , ( Of thee , my 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 ...
... thee , ( Of thee , my 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 ...
Strana 18
... thee , mark me , -that a brother should Be so perfidious ! -he whom , next thyself , Of all the world I lov'd , and to him put The manage of my state ; as , at that time , Through all the signiories it was the first , And Prospero the ...
... thee , mark me , -that a brother should Be so perfidious ! -he whom , next thyself , Of all the world I lov'd , and to him put The manage of my state ; as , at that time , Through all the signiories it was the first , And Prospero the ...
Strana 23
... thee what thou hast promis'd , Which is not yet perform'd me . Pro . What is't thou canst demand ? Ari . How now ? moody ? My liberty . pray thee Pro . Before the time be out ? no more . Ari . Remember , I have done thee worthy service ...
... thee what thou hast promis'd , Which is not yet perform'd me . Pro . What is't thou canst demand ? Ari . How now ? moody ? My liberty . pray thee Pro . Before the time be out ? no more . Ari . Remember , I have done thee worthy service ...
Strana 24
... thee ? Ari . Pro . Thou dost ; and think'st It much , to tread the ooze of the salt deep ; To run upon the sharp wind of the north ; To do me business in the veins o ' the earth , When it is bak'd with frost . Ari . I do not , sir . Pro ...
... thee ? Ari . Pro . Thou dost ; and think'st It much , to tread the ooze of the salt deep ; To run upon the sharp wind of the north ; To do me business in the veins o ' the earth , When it is bak'd with frost . Ari . I do not , sir . Pro ...
Strana 25
... thee there ; where thou didst vent thy groans , As fast as mill - wheels strike : then was this island ( Save for ... thee in : thy groans Did make wolves howl , and penetrate the breasts Of ever angry bears : it was a torment To lay ...
... thee there ; where thou didst vent thy groans , As fast as mill - wheels strike : then was this island ( Save for ... thee in : thy groans Did make wolves howl , and penetrate the breasts Of ever angry bears : it was a torment To lay ...
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Strana 71 - 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.
Strana 374 - tis too horrible ! The weariest and most loathed worldly life, ^ That age, ache, penury, and imprisonment Can lay on nature, is a paradise To what we fear of death.
Strana 71 - 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...
Strana 73 - 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.
Strana 358 - Too late? why, no; I, that do speak a word, May call it back again: Well believe this, No ceremony that to great ones 'longs, Not the king's crown, nor the deputed sword, The marshal's truncheon, nor the judge's robe, Become them with one half so good a grace, As mercy does.
Strana 27 - 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 wouldst gabble like A thing most brutish, I endowed thy purposes With words that made them known...
Strana 275 - O mistress mine, where are you roaming ? O, stay and hear ; your true love's coming, That can sing both high and low : Trip no further, pretty sweeting, Journeys end in lovers' meeting, Every wise man's son doth know.
Strana 138 - Who is Silvia ? what is she, That all our swains commend her ? Holy, fair, and wise is she, 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 336 - 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. Spirits are not finely...
Strana 44 - 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.