The Complete Works of William Shakespeare: With a Life of the Poet, Explanatory Foot-notes, Critical Notes, and a Glossarial Index, Volúmenes7-8Ginn & Heath, 1880 |
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... thou art , nought knowing Of whence I am ; nor that I am more better Than Prospero , master of a full poor cell , And thy no greater father . Mira . More to know Did never meddle 7 with my thoughts . Pros . ' Tis time I should inform ...
... thou art , nought knowing Of whence I am ; nor that I am more better Than Prospero , master of a full poor cell , And thy no greater father . Mira . More to know Did never meddle 7 with my thoughts . Pros . ' Tis time I should inform ...
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... thou wast not Out three years old.10 Mira . Certainly , sir , I can . Pros . By what ? by any other house or person ... Thou hadst , and more , Miranda . That this lives in thy mind ? What see'st thou else In the dark backward and ...
... thou wast not Out three years old.10 Mira . Certainly , sir , I can . Pros . By what ? by any other house or person ... Thou hadst , and more , Miranda . That this lives in thy mind ? What see'st thou else In the dark backward and ...
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... thou disposed , And all the rest o ' the fleet ? Ari . Is the King's ship ; in the deep nook , where once Thou call'dst me up at midnight to fetch dew From the still - vex'd Bermoothes , 60 there she's hid : 56 Upstaring is sticking out ...
... thou disposed , And all the rest o ' the fleet ? Ari . Is the King's ship ; in the deep nook , where once Thou call'dst me up at midnight to fetch dew From the still - vex'd Bermoothes , 60 there she's hid : 56 Upstaring is sticking out ...
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... thou dost give me pains , Let me remember 63 thee what thou hast promised , Which is not yet perform'd me . Pros . What is't thou canst demand ? Ari . How now ! moody ? My liberty . Pros . Before the time be out ? no more ! Ari ...
... thou dost give me pains , Let me remember 63 thee what thou hast promised , Which is not yet perform'd me . Pros . What is't thou canst demand ? Ari . How now ! moody ? My liberty . Pros . Before the time be out ? no more ! Ari ...
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... thou didst promise To bate me a full year . Pros . Dost thou forget No. From what a torment I did free thee ? Ari . Pros . Thou dost ; and think'st it much to tread the ooze Of the salt deep ; to run upon the sharp Wind of the North ...
... thou didst promise To bate me a full year . Pros . Dost thou forget No. From what a torment I did free thee ? Ari . Pros . Thou dost ; and think'st it much to tread the ooze Of the salt deep ; to run upon the sharp Wind of the North ...
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Anto Ariel Autolycus blood Bohemia brave Cade Caliban Camillo Capell Collier's second folio Corrected crown Cymbeline daughter death dost doth Duke Duke of York Dyce Earl England Enter Exeunt Exit eyes father fear Ferd foot-note France give Gloster Gonza Grace hand Hanmer hath heart Heaven Herm Hermione honour Jack Cade Julius Cæsar King Henry lady Leon Leontes look lord Lord Protector master means Mira never noble old text reads passage play Poet Polix Polixenes pr'ythee pray Prince Pros Prospero Protector PUCELLE quarto Queen Reignier RICHARD PLANTAGENET Salisbury SCENE Sebas sense Shakespeare Shep Sicilia Somerset speak spirit Steph Suffolk sweet sword Talbot thee thine thing thou art thou hast thou shalt thought traitor Trin unto Walker Warwick wife wilt Winter's Tale word York
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Página 107 - Gentle breath of yours my sails Must fill, or else my project fails, Which was to please. Now I want Spirits to enforce, art to enchant ; And my ending is despair, Unless I be relieved by prayer ; Which pierces so, that it assaults Mercy itself, and frees all faults. As you from crimes would pardon'd be, Let your indulgence set me free.
Página 76 - O, it is monstrous, monstrous ! Methought the billows spoke, and told me of it ; The winds did sing it to me ; and the thunder, That deep and dreadful organ-pipe, pronounc'd The name of Prosper : it did bass my trespass. Therefore my son i' the ooze is bedded ; and I'll seek him deeper than e'er plummet sounded, And with him there lie mudded.
Página 94 - Have waked their sleepers, oped, and let 'em forth By my so potent art. But this rough magic I here abjure ; and, when I have required Some heavenly music, — which even now I do, — To work mine end upon their senses, that This airy charm is for, I '11 break my staff, Bury it certain fathoms in the earth, And deeper than did ever plummet sound I '11 drown my book.
Página 43 - Let him that is a true-born gentleman And stands upon the honour of his birth, If he suppose that I have pleaded truth. From off this brier pluck a white rose with me. 30 Som. Let him that is no coward nor no flatterer, But dare maintain the party of the truth, Pluck a red rose from off this thorn with me.
Página 101 - What is this maid with whom thou wast at play ? Your eld'st acquaintance cannot be three hours : Is she the goddess that hath sever'd us, And brought us thus together ? Fer.
Página 198 - To blush and beautify the cheek again. But see, his face is black, and full of blood ; His eyeballs further out than when he lived, Staring full ghastly like a strangled man : His hair uprear'd, his nostrils stretch'd with struggling ; His hands abroad display'd, as one that grasp'd And tugg'd for life, and was by strength subdued.
Página 93 - gainst my fury Do I take part. The rarer action is In virtue, than in vengeance : they being penitent, The sole drift of my purpose doth extend Not a frown farther.
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 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.