Tempest. Winter's taleGinn, Heath, & Company, 1881 |
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... Stand fast , good Fate , to his hanging ! make the rope of his destiny our cable , for our own doth little advantage ! If he be not born to be hang'd , our case is miserable . [ Exeunt . Re - enter Boatswain . Boats . Down with the top ...
... Stand fast , good Fate , to his hanging ! make the rope of his destiny our cable , for our own doth little advantage ! If he be not born to be hang'd , our case is miserable . [ Exeunt . Re - enter Boatswain . Boats . Down with the top ...
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... stand still . In fine , when they saw how they were deceived , they roared like bulls , and cryed upon their great devil Setebos , to help them . " 87 Soothed or charmed the raging waters into stillness or peace . 88 Passion is here ...
... stand still . In fine , when they saw how they were deceived , they roared like bulls , and cryed upon their great devil Setebos , to help them . " 87 Soothed or charmed the raging waters into stillness or peace . 88 Passion is here ...
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... standing with his sword drawn , and his body planted , ready for defending himself . So , in I Henry the Fourth , ii . 4 , Falstaff says , " Thou knowest my old ward : here I lay , and thus I bore my point . " Pros . Silence ! one word ...
... standing with his sword drawn , and his body planted , ready for defending himself . So , in I Henry the Fourth , ii . 4 , Falstaff says , " Thou knowest my old ward : here I lay , and thus I bore my point . " Pros . Silence ! one word ...
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... standing , speaking , moving , And yet so fast asleep . Anto . Noble Sebastian , Thou lett'st thy fortune sleep , - die , rather ; wink'st Whiles thou art waking.36 Sebas . Thou dost snore distinctly ; There's meaning in thy snores ...
... standing , speaking , moving , And yet so fast asleep . Anto . Noble Sebastian , Thou lett'st thy fortune sleep , - die , rather ; wink'st Whiles thou art waking.36 Sebas . Thou dost snore distinctly ; There's meaning in thy snores ...
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... stand ' twixt me and Milan , candied 52 be they , And melt , ere they molest ! Here lies your brother , 48 Could produce , breed , or train a parrot to talk as wisely . A chough is a bird of the jackdaw kind . 49 Obscure , again . But ...
... stand ' twixt me and Milan , candied 52 be they , And melt , ere they molest ! Here lies your brother , 48 Could produce , breed , or train a parrot to talk as wisely . A chough is a bird of the jackdaw kind . 49 Obscure , again . But ...
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Términos y frases comunes
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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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.