Tempest. Two gentlemen of VeronaPrinted for, and under the direction of, John Bell, 1788 |
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... Sycorax , who , with age , and envy , Was grown into a hoop ? hast thou forgot her ? Ari . No , sir . Pro . Thou hast : Where was she born ? speak ; tell me . Ari . Sir , in Argier . Pro . Oh , was she so ? I must , Once in a month ...
... Sycorax , who , with age , and envy , Was grown into a hoop ? hast thou forgot her ? Ari . No , sir . Pro . Thou hast : Where was she born ? speak ; tell me . Ari . Sir , in Argier . Pro . Oh , was she so ? I must , Once in a month ...
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... Sycorax Could not again undo ; it was mine art , When I arriv'd , and heard thee , that made gape The pine , and let thee out . Ari . I thank thee , master . 410 Pro . If thou more murmur'st , I will rend an oak , And peg thee in his ...
... Sycorax Could not again undo ; it was mine art , When I arriv'd , and heard thee , that made gape The pine , and let thee out . Ari . I thank thee , master . 410 Pro . If thou more murmur'st , I will rend an oak , And peg thee in his ...
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... Sycorax my mother , Which thou tak'st from me . When thou camest first , Thou stroak'dst me , and mad'st much of me ; would'st give me Water with berries in't ; and teach me how To name the bigger light , and how the less , That burn by ...
... Sycorax my mother , Which thou tak'st from me . When thou camest first , Thou stroak'dst me , and mad'st much of me ; would'st give me Water with berries in't ; and teach me how To name the bigger light , and how the less , That burn by ...
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... Sycorax my dam , and she ; But she as far surpasses Sycorax , As greastest does least . : Ste . Is it so brave a lass ? 220 Cal . Ay , lord ; she will become thy bed , I warrant , And bring thee forth brave , brood . Ste . Monster , I ...
... Sycorax my dam , and she ; But she as far surpasses Sycorax , As greastest does least . : Ste . Is it so brave a lass ? 220 Cal . Ay , lord ; she will become thy bed , I warrant , And bring thee forth brave , brood . Ste . Monster , I ...
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Сторінка 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...
Сторінка 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...
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Сторінка 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.
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Сторінка 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...
Сторінка 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...
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Сторінка 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.
Сторінка 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.