Tempest. Two gentlemen of VeronaPrinted for, and under the direction of, John Bell, 1788 |
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... Mira . I.should sin To think but nobly of my grandmother : " Good wombs have borne bad sons . " : Pro . Now the ... Mira . Mira . Alack , for pity ! I , not A & t'I . 13 TEMPEST .
... Mira . I.should sin To think but nobly of my grandmother : " Good wombs have borne bad sons . " : Pro . Now the ... Mira . Mira . Alack , for pity ! I , not A & t'I . 13 TEMPEST .
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... Mira . Wherefore did they not That hour destroy us ? Pro . Well demanded , wench ; 231 My tale provokes that question . Dear , they durst not z ( So dear the love my people bore me ) nor set A mark so bloody on the business ; but With ...
... Mira . Wherefore did they not That hour destroy us ? Pro . Well demanded , wench ; 231 My tale provokes that question . Dear , they durst not z ( So dear the love my people bore me ) nor set A mark so bloody on the business ; but With ...
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... Mira . Would I might But ever see that man ! Pro . Now , I arise : - Sit still , and hear the last of our sea - sorrow . Here in this island we arriv'd ; and here 270 Have I , thy school - master , made thee more profit Than other ...
... Mira . Would I might But ever see that man ! Pro . Now , I arise : - Sit still , and hear the last of our sea - sorrow . Here in this island we arriv'd ; and here 270 Have I , thy school - master , made thee more profit Than other ...
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... Mira . The strangeness of your story put Heaviness in me . Pro . Shake it off : come on ; We'll visit Caliban , my slave , who never Yields us kind answer . Mira . ' Tis a villain , sir , I do not love to look on . " Pro . But , as ...
... Mira . The strangeness of your story put Heaviness in me . Pro . Shake it off : come on ; We'll visit Caliban , my slave , who never Yields us kind answer . Mira . ' Tis a villain , sir , I do not love to look on . " Pro . But , as ...
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... , And say , what thou seest yond ' . Mira . What is't a spirit ? Lord , how it looks about ! Believe me , sir , 541 It carries a brave form : -But ' tis a C It Act 1 . * 25 TEMPEST . Fer. Where should this musick be? i' ...
... , And say , what thou seest yond ' . Mira . What is't a spirit ? Lord , how it looks about ! Believe me , sir , 541 It carries a brave form : -But ' tis a C It Act 1 . * 25 TEMPEST . Fer. Where should this musick be? i' ...
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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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Página 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...
Página 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...
Página 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.
Página 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.
Página 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.
Página 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...
Página 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...
Página 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
Página 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.
Página 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.