The Complete Works of William Shakespeare: The tempest. The winter's taleGinn & Heath, 1880 |
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... Trin . Here's neither bush nor shrub , to bear off any weather at all , and another storm brewing ; I hear it sing i ' the wind yond same black cloud , yond huge one , looks 1 Inch - meal and limb - meal were used just as we use piece ...
... Trin . Here's neither bush nor shrub , to bear off any weather at all , and another storm brewing ; I hear it sing i ' the wind yond same black cloud , yond huge one , looks 1 Inch - meal and limb - meal were used just as we use piece ...
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... Trin . Stephano ! Steph . Doth thy other mouth call me ? - Mercy , mercy ! This is a devil , and no monster : I will leave him ; I have no long spoon . Trin . Stephano ! If thou be'st Stephano , touch me , and speak to me ; for I am ...
... Trin . Stephano ! Steph . Doth thy other mouth call me ? - Mercy , mercy ! This is a devil , and no monster : I will leave him ; I have no long spoon . Trin . Stephano ! If thou be'st Stephano , touch me , and speak to me ; for I am ...
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... Trin . I took him to be kill'd with a thunder - stroke . But art thou not drown'd , Stephano ? I hope , now , thou art not drown'd . Is the storm overblown ? I hid me under the dead moon - calf's gaberdine for fear of the storm . And ...
... Trin . I took him to be kill'd with a thunder - stroke . But art thou not drown'd , Stephano ? I hope , now , thou art not drown'd . Is the storm overblown ? I hid me under the dead moon - calf's gaberdine for fear of the storm . And ...
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... Trin . O Stephano , hast any more of this ? - Steph . The whole butt , man : my cellar is in a rock by the sea - side , where my wine is hid . - How now , moon - calf ! how does thine ague ? Cal . Hast thou not dropp'd from heaven ...
... Trin . O Stephano , hast any more of this ? - Steph . The whole butt , man : my cellar is in a rock by the sea - side , where my wine is hid . - How now , moon - calf ! how does thine ague ? Cal . Hast thou not dropp'd from heaven ...
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... Trin . A most ridiculous monster , to make a wonder of a poor drunkard ! Cal . I pr'ythee , let me bring thee where crabs grow ; And I with my long nails will dig thee pig - nuts ; 24 Show thee a jay's nest , and instruct thee how To ...
... Trin . A most ridiculous monster , to make a wonder of a poor drunkard ! Cal . I pr'ythee , let me bring thee where crabs grow ; And I with my long nails will dig thee pig - nuts ; 24 Show thee a jay's nest , and instruct thee how To ...
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 hast hath hear heart Heavens Herm Hermione honour in't King lady Leon Leontes Lettsom look lord master meaning Milan Mira monster Naples never o'er old text on't original reads Pandosto passage Paul Paulina Perdita play Poet Poet's Polix Polixenes pr'ythee pray Prince probably Pros Prospero Queen Re-enter repeatedly SCENE Sebas seems sense Shakespeare shalt Shep shepherd ship Sicilia sleep speak speech spirit Steph Stephano strange swear sweet Sycorax tell 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 55 - 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.
Página 94 - 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 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 31 - And show'd thee all the qualities o' the isle, The fresh springs, brine pits, barren place, and fertile ; Cursed be I that did so ! All the charms Of Sycorax, toads, beetles, bats, light on you ! For I am all the subjects that you have, Which first was mine own king; and here you sty me In this hard rock, whiles you do keep from me The rest o' th
Página 93 - 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...
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 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 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.
Página 144 - We were, fair queen, Two lads that thought there was no more behind, But such a day to-morrow as to-day, And to be boy eternal. Her. Was not my lord the verier wag o' the two ? Pol. We were as twinn'd lambs that did frisk i' the sun And bleat the one at the other.