The Works of William Shakespeare, Том 1Munroe, Francis & Parker, 1810 |
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... 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 ...
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... thee , I have with such provision in mine art So safely order'd , that there is no soul- No , not so much perdition as an hair Betid to any creature in the vessel Which thou heard'st cry , which thou saw'st sink . down ; For thou must ...
... thee , I have with such provision in mine art So safely order'd , that there is no soul- No , not so much perdition as an hair Betid to any creature in the vessel Which thou heard'st cry , which thou saw'st sink . down ; For thou must ...
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... 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 ...
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... thee more profit Than other princes can , that have more time For vainer hours , and tutors not so careful . Mira . Heavens thank you for't ! And now , you , sir , ( For still ' tis beating in my mind , ) your reason For raising this ...
... thee more profit Than other princes can , that have more time For vainer hours , and tutors not so careful . Mira . Heavens thank you for't ! And now , you , sir , ( For still ' tis beating in my mind , ) your reason For raising this ...
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... thee what thou hast promis'd , Which is not yet perform'd me . Pro . How now ? moody ? What is't thou canst demand ? Ari . My liberty . Pro . Before the time be out ? no more . Ari . I pray thee Remember , I have done thee worthy ...
... thee what thou hast promis'd , Which is not yet perform'd me . Pro . How now ? moody ? What is't thou canst demand ? Ari . My liberty . Pro . Before the time be out ? no more . Ari . I pray thee Remember , I have done thee worthy ...
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Ant.E Antipholus ARIEL Bawd better brother Caius Caliban Clau Claudio Clown COMEDY OF ERRORS didst dost doth Dro.E Dro.S Dromio Duke duke of Milan Enter Ephesus Escal Exeunt Exit eyes Falstaff father fault Ford friar gentleman give grace hath hear heart heaven Herne the hunter hither honour Host HUGH EVANS humour husband Isab JOHNSON Julia Laun look Lucio madam maid Marry master Brook master doctor Milan mind Mira mistress Ford never pardon Pist play Pompey pray Prospero Proteus Prov Provost Quic SCENE Shakspeare Shakspeare's Shal shew Silvia Sir HUGH sir John Sir John Falstaff Slen Slender speak Speed spirit STEEV STEEVENS strange sweet Sycorax tell thee there's thing thou art thou hast Thurio Trin Trinculo Valentine WARBURTON What's wife woman word
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Сторінка 2 - That, to the observer, doth thy history Fully unfold : thyself and thy belongings Are not thine own so proper, as to waste Thyself upon thy virtues, them on thee. 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.
Сторінка 46 - 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...
Сторінка 33 - Ay, but to die, and go we know not where ; To lie in cold obstruction, and to rot ; This sensible warm motion to become A kneaded clod ; and the delighted spirit To bathe in fiery floods...
Сторінка 17 - With spectacles on nose and pouch on side, His youthful hose, well saved, a world too wide For his shrunk shank; and his big manly voice, Turning again toward childish treble, pipes And whistles in his sound. Last scene of all, That ends this strange eventful history, Is second childishness and mere oblivion, Sans teeth, sans eyes, sans taste, sans every thing.
Сторінка 19 - Alas ! alas ! Why, all the souls that were, were forfeit once; And He that might the vantage best have took, Found out the remedy: How would you be, If he, which is the top of judgment, should But judge you as you are? O, think on that; And mercy then will breathe within your lips, Like man new made.
Сторінка 43 - 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.
Сторінка 12 - Which they thought a malevolent speech. I had not told posterity this, but for their ignorance, who chose that circumstance to commend their friend by, wherein he most faulted; and to justify mine own candour: for I loved the man, and do honour his memory, on this side idolatry, as much as any. He was (indeed) honest, and of an open and free nature; had an excellent phantasy, brave notions, and gentle expressions...
Сторінка 16 - Made to his mistress' eyebrow. Then a soldier, Full of strange oaths and bearded like the pard, Jealous in honour, sudden and quick in quarrel, Seeking the bubble reputation Even in the cannon's mouth. And then the justice, In fair round belly with good capon...
Сторінка 7 - And though this, probably the first essay of his poetry, be lost, yet it is said to have been so very bitter, that it redoubled the prosecution against him to that degree that he was obliged to leave his business and family in Warwickshire for some time, and shelter himself in London.
Сторінка 56 - 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.