Tempest. Winter's taleGinn, Heath, & Company, 1881 |
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Página 142
... Leon . We are tougher , brother , Than you can put us to't . Polix . Leon . One seven - night longer . Polix . No longer stay . Very sooth , 4 to - morrow . Leon . We'll part the time between's , then and in that I'll no gainsaying ...
... Leon . We are tougher , brother , Than you can put us to't . Polix . Leon . One seven - night longer . Polix . No longer stay . Very sooth , 4 to - morrow . Leon . We'll part the time between's , then and in that I'll no gainsaying ...
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... Leon . Well said , Hermione . Herm . To tell , he longs to see his son , were strong : But let him say so then , and let him go ; But let him swear so , and he shall not stay , We'll thwack him hence with distaffs . — [ TO POLIX . ] Yet ...
... Leon . Well said , Hermione . Herm . To tell , he longs to see his son , were strong : But let him say so then , and let him go ; But let him swear so , and he shall not stay , We'll thwack him hence with distaffs . — [ TO POLIX . ] Yet ...
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... Leon . Is he won yet ? Herm . He'll stay , my lord . Leon . At my request he would not . Hermione , my dear'st , thou never spokest To better purpose . Herm . Leon . Never ? Never , but once . Herm . What ! have I twice said well ? when ...
... Leon . Is he won yet ? Herm . He'll stay , my lord . Leon . At my request he would not . Hermione , my dear'st , thou never spokest To better purpose . Herm . Leon . Never ? Never , but once . Herm . What ! have I twice said well ? when ...
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... Leon . Why , that was when Three crabbed months had sour'd themselves to death , Ere I could make thee open thy white hand , And clap 12 thyself my love : then didst thou utter , I'm yours for ever . Herm . It is Grace indeed . ― Why ...
... Leon . Why , that was when Three crabbed months had sour'd themselves to death , Ere I could make thee open thy white hand , And clap 12 thyself my love : then didst thou utter , I'm yours for ever . Herm . It is Grace indeed . ― Why ...
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... Leon . No , in good earnest . How sometimes nature will betray its folly , Its tenderness , and make itself a pastime To harder bosoms ! Looking on the lines Of my boy's face , methought I did recoil Twenty - three years ; and saw ...
... Leon . No , in good earnest . How sometimes nature will betray its folly , Its tenderness , and make itself a pastime To harder bosoms ! Looking on the lines Of my boy's face , methought I did recoil Twenty - three years ; and saw ...
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Página 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...
Página 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.
Página 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...
Página 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.
Página 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.
Página 218 - Her pure and eloquent blood Spoke in her cheeks, and so distinctly wrought, That one might almost say her body thought.
Página 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.
Página 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.
Página 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.
Página 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.