Tempest. Winter's taleGinn, Heath, & Company, 1881 |
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... true or not . But , if we must have any supposal about it , the most reasonable as well as the most poetical one seems to be , that the Poet , writing without a map , placed his scene upon an island of the mind ; and that it suited his ...
... true or not . But , if we must have any supposal about it , the most reasonable as well as the most poetical one seems to be , that the Poet , writing without a map , placed his scene upon an island of the mind ; and that it suited his ...
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... true ? Ari . Ay , sir . Pros . This blue - eyed hag 68 was hither brought with child , 64 Prospero should not be supposed to say this in earnest : he is merely playing with his delicate and amiable minister . 65 Here , as commonly in ...
... true ? Ari . Ay , sir . Pros . This blue - eyed hag 68 was hither brought with child , 64 Prospero should not be supposed to say this in earnest : he is merely playing with his delicate and amiable minister . 65 Here , as commonly in ...
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... True ; save means to live . Sebas . Of that there's none , or little . Gonza . How lush and lusty the grass looks ! how green ! Anto . The ground , indeed , is tawny . Sebas . With an eye of green in't.8 Anto . He misses not much ...
... True ; save means to live . Sebas . Of that there's none , or little . Gonza . How lush and lusty the grass looks ! how green ! Anto . The ground , indeed , is tawny . Sebas . With an eye of green in't.8 Anto . He misses not much ...
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... true , my brother's daughter's Queen of Tunis ; So is she heir of Naples ; ' twixt which regions There is some space . Anto . A space whose every cubit Seems to cry out , How shalt thou , Claribel , Measure us back to Naples ? 47 Keep ...
... true , my brother's daughter's Queen of Tunis ; So is she heir of Naples ; ' twixt which regions There is some space . Anto . A space whose every cubit Seems to cry out , How shalt thou , Claribel , Measure us back to Naples ? 47 Keep ...
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... True : And look how well my garments sit upon me ; Much feater 50 than before : my brother's servants Were then my fellows ; now they are my men . Sebas . But , for your conscience , ― Anto . Ay , sir ; and where lies that ? if ' twere ...
... True : And look how well my garments sit upon me ; Much feater 50 than before : my brother's servants Were then my fellows ; now they are my men . Sebas . But , for your conscience , ― Anto . Ay , sir ; and where lies that ? if ' twere ...
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Antigonus Anto Ariel Autolycus beseech Bohemia brother C. M. Ingleby Caliban called Camillo CLEOMENES Collier's second folio Cymbeline daughter didst doth Duke of Milan Dyce e'er Enter Exeunt Exit eyes father Ferd FLORIZEL fool foot-note give Gonza Gonzalo Hanmer Hark hath hear heart Heavens Herm Hermione honour in't King lady Leon Leontes Lettsom look lord master meaning Milan Mira monster Naples Nature never o'er old text on't original lacks original reads Pandosto passage Paul Paulina Perdita play Poet Poet's Polix Polixenes pr'ythee pray Prince probably Pros Prospero Queen repeatedly SCENE Sebas seems sense Shakespeare shalt Shep shepherd ship Sicilia sleep speak speech spirit Steph Stephano strange swear sweet Sycorax thee there's thine thing thou art thou dost thought Trin Trinculo Twelfth Night Walker wife Winter's Tale word
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Page 217 - I'd have you buy and sell so ; so give alms ; Pray so ; and, for the ordering your affairs, To sing them too : When you do dance, I wish you A wave o' the sea, that you might ever do Nothing but that...
Page 55 - 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.
Page 32 - 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 : 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...
Page 14 - But that the sea, mounting to the welkin's cheek, Dashes the fire out. O ! I have suffer'd With those that I saw suffer: a brave vessel, Who had no doubt some noble creature in her, Dash'd all to pieces. O ! the cry did knock Against my very heart. Poor souls, they perish'd.
Page 94 - 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.
Page 218 - Her pure and eloquent blood Spoke in her cheeks, and so distinctly wrought, That one might almost say her body thought.
Page 45 - 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.
Page 210 - Jog on, jog on, the foot-path way, And merrily hent the stile-a : A merry heart goes all the day, Your sad tires in a mile-a.
Page 31 - em. Caliban. I must eat my dinner. This island's mine, by Sycorax my mother, Which thou tak'st from me. When thou earnest first, Thou strok'dst me and mad'st much of me, wouldst give me Water with berries in't, and teach me how To name the bigger light, and how the less, That burn by day and night : and then I lov'd thee, And show'd thee all the qualities o' th' isle, The fresh springs, brine-pits, barren place and fertile.
Page 216 - The winds of March with beauty; violets dim, But sweeter than the lids of Juno's eyes Or Cytherea's breath; pale primroses, That die unmarried, ere they can behold Bright Phoebus in his strength — a malady Most incident to maids; bold oxlips and The crown-imperial ; lilies of all kinds, The flower-de-luce being one ! O, these I lack, To make you garlands of, and my sweet friend, To strew him o'er and o'er.