Tempest. Two gentlemen of VeronaPrinted for, and under the direction of, John Bell, 1788 |
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Strana 34
... not bless our Europe with your daughter , But rather lose her to an African ; Where she , at least , is banish'd from your eye Who hath cause to wet the grief on't . 130 Alon . Alon . Pr'ythee , peace . Seb . You were 34 Act II . TEMPEST .
... not bless our Europe with your daughter , But rather lose her to an African ; Where she , at least , is banish'd from your eye Who hath cause to wet the grief on't . 130 Alon . Alon . Pr'ythee , peace . Seb . You were 34 Act II . TEMPEST .
Strana 75
... lose our bottles in the pool , - Ste . There is not only disgrace and dishonour in that , monster , but an infinite loss . 229 Trin . That's more to me than my wetting : Yet this is your harmless fairy , monster . Ste . I will fetch off ...
... lose our bottles in the pool , - Ste . There is not only disgrace and dishonour in that , monster , but an infinite loss . 229 Trin . That's more to me than my wetting : Yet this is your harmless fairy , monster . Ste . I will fetch off ...
Strana 76
... lose your hair , and prove a bald jerkin , Trin . Do , do ; we steal by line and level , and't like your grace . Ste . I thank thee for that jest ; here's a garment for't : wit shall not go unrewarded , while I am king of this country ...
... lose your hair , and prove a bald jerkin , Trin . Do , do ; we steal by line and level , and't like your grace . Ste . I thank thee for that jest ; here's a garment for't : wit shall not go unrewarded , while I am king of this country ...
Strana 77
... lose our time , And all be turn'd to barnacles , or to apes With foreheads villainous low , Ste . Monster , lay to your fingers ; help to bear this away , where my hogshead of wine is , or I'll turn you out of my kingdom : go to , carry ...
... lose our time , And all be turn'd to barnacles , or to apes With foreheads villainous low , Ste . Monster , lay to your fingers ; help to bear this away , where my hogshead of wine is , or I'll turn you out of my kingdom : go to , carry ...
Strana 84
... lose your daughter ? 171 Pro . In this last tempest . I perceive , these lords At this encounter do so much admire , That they devour their reason ; and scarce think , Their eyes do offices of truth , their words Are natural breath ...
... lose your daughter ? 171 Pro . In this last tempest . I perceive , these lords At this encounter do so much admire , That they devour their reason ; and scarce think , Their eyes do offices of truth , their words Are natural breath ...
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ancient Anthonio Antony and Cleopatra Ariel Ben Jonson Caliban called daughter didst dost doth Duke duke of Milan e'er edition Eglamour Exeunt Exit eyes Faery Queen father fear Ferdinand gentle gentlemen Gentlemen of Verona give Gonzalo grace hath hear heaven HENLEY honour island JOHNSON Julia king lady Laun Launce look lord lov'd Lucetta maid MALONE master mean Midsummer Night's Dream Milan mind Mira Miranda mistress monster month's mind musick Naples old copy passage pioned play poet Pr'ythee pray Prince of Tyre Prospero queen SCENE Sebastian sense servant Shakspere Shakspere's shew signifies Sir Protheus Sir Thurio sleep speak Speed spirit STEEVENS Stephano strange sweet Sycorax tell thee Theobald thing thou art thou hast Thurio thyself Trin Trinculo Tunis unto Valentine Verona WARBURTON word
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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.