The Comedy of The TempestGinn, 1909 - 138 стор. Includes index and notes. Introduction and notes by Henry Norman Hudson LL D. |
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Abbott ADRIAN Æneid ALONSO Antonio and Sebastian Antony and Cleopatra ARIEL Bermudas blank verse BOATSWAIN brave brother CALIBAN Capell cell CERES charms Clar comedy conj Cymbeline daughter Delius devil didst died dost doth drown drown'd Duke of Milan dukedom Dyce editions of Hudson's Elizabethan enchanted English Enter ARIEL Exeunt Exit eyes father FERDINAND Ff omit Folio foul give Globe Camb GONZALO Hamlet Hanmer Hark hast hath Henry Hudson's Shakespeare iambic island isle Julius Cæsar JUNO King Lear lord Macbeth magic Masque master meaning Merchant of Venice Midsummer Night's Dream MIRANDA monster Naples nature play plot Pope previous editions princess prithee probably PROSPERO queen Re-enter Rowe Scene sense ship sing sleep speak speech spirit Steevens STEPHANO strange suggested sweet Sycorax Tempest thee Theobald thine thou art thou beest TRINCULO verse in Ff Winter's Tale word wreck
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Сторінка 103 - Our revels now are ended. These our actors, As I foretold you, were all spirits, and Are melted into air, into thin air: And, like the baseless fabric of this vision, The cloud-capp'd towers, the gorgeous palaces, The solemn temples, the great globe itself, Yea, all which it inherit, shall dissolve, And, like this insubstantial pageant faded, Leave not a rack behind. We are such stuff As dreams are made on ; and our little life Is rounded with a sleep.
Сторінка 64 - 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. Legg'd like a man! and his fins like arms! Warm, o
Сторінка xlii - 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 xlvi - The stars of midnight shall be dear To her; and she shall lean her ear In many a secret place Where rivulets dance their wayward round, And beauty born of murmuring sound Shall pass into her face.
Сторінка 21 - Know thus far forth. — By accident most strange, bountiful fortune, Now my dear lady,, hath mine enemies Brought to this shore : and by my prescience I find my zenith doth depend upon A most auspicious star ; whose influence If now I court not, but omit, my fortunes Will ever after droop.
Сторінка 33 - 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 112 - 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 : Go, release them, Ariel ; My charms I'll break, their senses I'll restore, • And they shall be themselves.
Сторінка 84 - 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 103 - You do look, my son, in a mov'd sort, As if you were dismay'd : be cheerful, sir. Our revels now are ended. These our actors, As I foretold you, were all spirits, and Are melted into air, into thin air...
Сторінка 36 - This music crept by me upon the waters; Allaying both their fury, and my passion, With its sweet air: thence I have follow'd it, Or it hath drawn me rather: — But 'tis gone.