The Plays and Poems of William Shakspeare, Svazek 15R. C. and J. Rivington, 1821 |
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Strana 102
... death at this puppy- headed monster : A most scurvy monster ! I could find in my heart to beat him , — STE . Come , kiss . TRIN . but that the poor monster's in drink : An abominable monster ! CAL . I'll shew thee the best springs ; I ...
... death at this puppy- headed monster : A most scurvy monster ! I could find in my heart to beat him , — STE . Come , kiss . TRIN . but that the poor monster's in drink : An abominable monster ! CAL . I'll shew thee the best springs ; I ...
Strana 114
... death , I pr'ythee . STE . Trinculo , keep a good tongue in your head ; if you prove a mutineer , the next tree - The poor monster's my subject , and he shall not suffer indig- nity . CAL . I thank my noble lord . Wilt thou be pleas'd ...
... death , I pr'ythee . STE . Trinculo , keep a good tongue in your head ; if you prove a mutineer , the next tree - The poor monster's my subject , and he shall not suffer indig- nity . CAL . I thank my noble lord . Wilt thou be pleas'd ...
Strana 129
... death Can be at once , ) shall step by step attend You , and your ways ; whose wraths to guard you from ( Which here , in this most desolate isle , else falls Upon your heads , ) is nothing , but heart's sorrow , And a clear life ...
... death Can be at once , ) shall step by step attend You , and your ways ; whose wraths to guard you from ( Which here , in this most desolate isle , else falls Upon your heads , ) is nothing , but heart's sorrow , And a clear life ...
Strana 145
... stately courts , those sky - encount'ring walls , " Evanish all like vapours in the air . " Lord Sterline's play must have been written before the death VOL . XV . L The cloud - capp'd towers , the gorgeous palaces , SC . I. 145 TEMPEST .
... stately courts , those sky - encount'ring walls , " Evanish all like vapours in the air . " Lord Sterline's play must have been written before the death VOL . XV . L The cloud - capp'd towers , the gorgeous palaces , SC . I. 145 TEMPEST .
Strana 159
... death gives such a touch . " that relish all as sharply , STEEVENS . Passion as they , ] I feel every thing with the same quick sen- sibility , and am moved by the same passions as they are . A similar thought occurs in King Richard II ...
... death gives such a touch . " that relish all as sharply , STEEVENS . Passion as they , ] I feel every thing with the same quick sen- sibility , and am moved by the same passions as they are . A similar thought occurs in King Richard II ...
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alluded ancient Angiers Antony and Cleopatra appears Ariel Arthur BAST Bastard Ben Jonson Bermuda blood BOSWELL breath brother Caliban called comedy CONST Cymbeline Dauphin death devil dost doth Duke of Milan emendation England English Enter Exeunt eyes father Faulconbridge fear folio France Gonzalo hand hath hear heaven honour Hubert island JOHNSON Julius Cæsar King Henry King Henry VI King John King Lear lady land lord MALONE MASON means MIRA Miranda monster Naples night observed old copy reads old play Pandulph passage peace Philip poet Pope prince Prospero Queen Rape of Lucrece says scene sense Shakspeare Shakspeare's ship signifies Sir George Somers soul speak speech spirit STEEVENS Stephano storm strange supposed swear Sycorax tale Tempest thee Theobald thine thing thou art thought tongue TRIN Trinculo unto Virginia WARBURTON word
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Strana 310 - Heaven's sake, Hubert, let me not be bound ! Nay, hear me, Hubert ! drive these men away, And I will sit as quiet as a lamb. I will not stir, nor wince, nor speak a word ; Nor look upon the iron angerly : Thrust but these men away, and I'll forgive you, Whatever torment you do put me to.
Strana 108 - 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 eyed with best regard ; and many a time The harmony of their tongues hath into bondage Brought my too diligent ear...
Strana 54 - 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.
Strana 159 - 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 134 - Sour-ey'd disdain , and discord , shall bestrew The union of your bed with weeds so loathly That you shall hate it both: therefore take heed, As Hymen's lamps shall light you.
Strana 131 - 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' th' ooze is bedded ; and I'll seek him deeper than e'er plummet sounded, And with him there lie mudded.
Strana 120 - 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 sometimes 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.
Strana 162 - 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 183 - Now my charms are all o'erthrown, And what strength I have's mine own, Which is most faint: now, 'tis true, I must be here confined by you, Or sent to Naples.
Strana 33 - But what my power might else exact, — like one Who having unto truth, by telling of it, Made such a sinner of his memory, To credit his own lie...