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... tell your piteous heart , There's no harm done . Mira . Pro O , woe the day ! No harm . I have done nothing but in care of thee , ( Of thee , my dear one ! thee , my daughter ! ) who Art ignorant of what thou art , nought knowing Of ...
... tell your piteous heart , There's no harm done . Mira . Pro O , woe the day ! No harm . I have done nothing but in care of thee , ( Of thee , my dear one ! thee , my daughter ! ) who Art ignorant of what thou art , nought knowing Of ...
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... tell me what I am ; but stopp'd And left me to a bootless inquisition ; Concluding , Stay , not yet . Pro . The hour's now come ; The very minute bids thee ope thine ear ; Obey , and be attentive . Can'st thou remember A time before we ...
... tell me what I am ; but stopp'd And left me to a bootless inquisition ; Concluding , Stay , not yet . Pro . The hour's now come ; The very minute bids thee ope thine ear ; Obey , and be attentive . Can'st thou remember A time before we ...
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... telling of it , Made such a sinner of his memory , To credit his own lie , -he did believe He was the duke ; out of the substitution ... tell me , * Without . + Thirsty . I should sin If this might be a brother . B2 Scene II . 9 TEMPEST .
... telling of it , Made such a sinner of his memory , To credit his own lie , -he did believe He was the duke ; out of the substitution ... tell me , * Without . + Thirsty . I should sin If this might be a brother . B2 Scene II . 9 TEMPEST .
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... tell me . Ari . Sir , in Argier * . Pro . O , was she so ? I must , Once in a month , recount what thou hast been , Which thou forget'st . This damn'd witch , Sycorax , • Algiers . For mischiefs manifold , and sorceries terrible To ...
... tell me . Ari . Sir , in Argier * . Pro . O , was she so ? I must , Once in a month , recount what thou hast been , Which thou forget'st . This damn'd witch , Sycorax , • Algiers . For mischiefs manifold , and sorceries terrible To ...
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... watch of his wit ; by and by it will strike . Gon . Sir , Seb . One : Tell . Gon . When every grief is entertain'd , that's offer'd , Comes to the entertainer- Seb . Gon . Dolour comes to him , spoken Scene II . 23 TEMPEST .
... watch of his wit ; by and by it will strike . Gon . Sir , Seb . One : Tell . Gon . When every grief is entertain'd , that's offer'd , Comes to the entertainer- Seb . Gon . Dolour comes to him , spoken Scene II . 23 TEMPEST .
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Ariel Bawd brother Caius Caliban Claudio daughter devil dost thou doth Duke Escal Exeunt Exit eyes Falstaff father fear fool friar gentle gentleman give grace hath hear heart heaven Herne the hunter hither honour Host Hugh Evans husband Illyria Isab Julia knave lady Laun letter look lord Angelo Lucio madam maid Malvolio Marry master Brook master doctor Milan Mira mistress Anne mistress Ford never night Olivia pardon peace Pist Pompey pr'ythee pray Prospero Proteus Prov Provost Quick Re-enter SCENE servant Shal Silvia Sir Andrew Sir Andrew Ague-cheek Sir Hugh sir John Sir John Falstaff Sir Toby Sir Toby Belch Slen speak Speed sweet Sycorax tell thee there's thine thing thou art thou hast Thurio to-morrow Trin Valentine What's wife woman word
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Página 25 - I' the commonwealth I would by contraries Execute all things ; for no kind of traffic Would I admit ; no name of magistrate ; Letters should not be known : riches, poverty, And use of service, none ; contract, succession, Bourn, bound of land, tilth, vineyard, none : No use of metal, corn, or wine, or oil : No occupation ; all men idle, all ; And women too ; but innocent and pure : No sovereignty : — Seb.
Página 353 - Could great men thunder As Jove himself does, Jove would ne'er be quiet, For every pelting, petty officer Would use his heaven for thunder ; Nothing but thunder...
Página 71 - Gentle breath of yours my sails Must fill, or else my project fails, Which was to please. Now I want Spirits to enforce, art to enchant; And my ending is despair Unless I be reliev'd by prayer, Which pierces so that it assaults Mercy itself, and frees all faults. As you from crimes would pardon'd be, Let your indulgence set me free.
Página 352 - 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.
Página 61 - Ye elves of hills, brooks, standing lakes, and groves ; And ye that on the sands with printless foot Do chase the ebbing Neptune...
Página 364 - Be absolute for death ; either death, or life, Shall thereby be the sweeter. Reason thus with Life : If I do lose thee, I do lose a thing That none but fools would keep...
Página 16 - 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...
Página 323 - When that I was and a little tiny boy, With hey, ho, the wind and the rain; A foolish thing was but a toy, For the rain it raineth every day.
Página 366 - And the poor beetle, that we tread upon, In corporal sufferance finds a pang as great As when a giant dies.
Página 61 - 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.