The Aldus Shakespeare, Volume 32Bigelow Smith, 1909 |
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... cell she takes him for a spirit , " a thing divine . " The prince , in equal amaze , salutes her as " the goddess on whom these airs attend . ” — Boas , Shakspere and his Prede- cessors . Miranda is representative of a love which ...
... cell she takes him for a spirit , " a thing divine . " The prince , in equal amaze , salutes her as " the goddess on whom these airs attend . ” — Boas , Shakspere and his Prede- cessors . Miranda is representative of a love which ...
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... cell . But from the moment Caliban's savage instinct prompted him to attempt the violation of Miranda , Pros- pero treated him as a slave and made him serve as such . Strangely enough , however , Shakespeare has made him no prosaically ...
... cell . But from the moment Caliban's savage instinct prompted him to attempt the violation of Miranda , Pros- pero treated him as a slave and made him serve as such . Strangely enough , however , Shakespeare has made him no prosaically ...
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... and his companions to Prospero's cell . Resolved to forgive them if they should be penitent for the past , Prospero reveals his identity to them . His dukedom is restored to him . Alonso mourns his son 4 Synopsis THE TEMPEST.
... and his companions to Prospero's cell . Resolved to forgive them if they should be penitent for the past , Prospero reveals his identity to them . His dukedom is restored to him . Alonso mourns his son 4 Synopsis THE TEMPEST.
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... cell . Enter Prospero and Miranda . Mir . 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 ...
... cell . Enter Prospero and Miranda . Mir . 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 ...
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... cell More to know Did never meddle with my thoughts . Pros . 20 ' Tis time I should inform thee farther . Lend thy hand , And pluck my magic garment from me . - So : [ Lays down his mantle . Lie there , my art . Wipe thou thine eyes ...
... cell More to know Did never meddle with my thoughts . Pros . 20 ' Tis time I should inform thee farther . Lend thy hand , And pluck my magic garment from me . - So : [ Lays down his mantle . Lie there , my art . Wipe thou thine eyes ...
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Page 52 - 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.
Page 94 - Ye elves of hills, brooks, standing lakes and groves, And ye that on the sands with printless foot Do chase the ebbing Neptune and do fly him When he comes back ; you demi-puppets that By moonshine do the green sour ringlets make, Whereof the ewe not bites, and you whose pastime Is to make midnight mushrooms...
Page 85 - 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.
Page 70 - 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 sometime voices, That, if I then had wak'd 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 wak'd I cried to dream again.
Page xli - tis, We cannot miss him : he does make our fire, Fetch in our wood ; and serves in offices That profit us.
Page 95 - 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.
Page xxvi - The floating clouds their state shall lend To her; for her the willow bend; Nor shall she fail to see Even in the motions of the Storm Grace that shall mould the Maiden's form By silent sympathy. '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.
Page 62 - 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 creature's best.
Page 27 - You taught me language; and my profit on't Is, I know how to curse : The red plague rid you, For learning me your language ! Pro.
Page 79 - The union of your bed with weeds so loathly That you shall hate it both : therefore take heed, As Hymen's lamps shall light you.