The Plays and Poems of William Shakspeare, Volumen15R. C. and J. Rivington, 1821 |
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... hand a rope more ; use your authority . If you cannot , give thanks you have lived so long , and make yourself ready in your cabin for the mischance of the hour , if it so hap.- Cheerly , good hearts . - Out of our way , I say . [ Exit ...
... hand a rope more ; use your authority . If you cannot , give thanks you have lived so long , and make yourself ready in your cabin for the mischance of the hour , if it so hap.- Cheerly , good hearts . - Out of our way , I say . [ Exit ...
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... hand , And pluck my magick garment from me . - So ; [ Lays down his mantle . Lie there my art . - Wipe thou thine eyes ; have comfort . The direful spectacle of the wreck , which touchd The very virtue of compassion in thee , I have ...
... hand , And pluck my magick garment from me . - So ; [ Lays down his mantle . Lie there my art . - Wipe thou thine eyes ; have comfort . The direful spectacle of the wreck , which touchd The very virtue of compassion in thee , I have ...
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... hands while he was writing this play , relates the same fact thus : " A deepe jealousie possessing the king that his [ Edwin's ] title was too neere the crowne , he caused him to be put into a little pinnace , without either tackle or ...
... hands while he was writing this play , relates the same fact thus : " A deepe jealousie possessing the king that his [ Edwin's ] title was too neere the crowne , he caused him to be put into a little pinnace , without either tackle or ...
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... hand , but conquered . " MALONE . 66 4 TO CRY to the sea that ROAR'D to us ; ] This conceit occurs again in The Winter's Tale : - " How the poor souls roar'd , and the sea mock'd them , " & c . STEEVENS . 51 DECK'D the sea- ] " To deck ...
... hand , but conquered . " MALONE . 66 4 TO CRY to the sea that ROAR'D to us ; ] This conceit occurs again in The Winter's Tale : - " How the poor souls roar'd , and the sea mock'd them , " & c . STEEVENS . 51 DECK'D the sea- ] " To deck ...
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... hand , " Which , often , thus , correcting thy stout heart , " Now humble as the ripest mulberry , " That will not hold the handling ; or , say to them , " & c . MALONE . I have left the passage in question as I found it , though with ...
... hand , " Which , often , thus , correcting thy stout heart , " Now humble as the ripest mulberry , " That will not hold the handling ; or , say to them , " & c . MALONE . I have left the passage in question as I found it , though with ...
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Página 310 - Heaven's sake, Hubert, let me not be bound ! Nay, hear me, Hubert ! drive these men away, And I will sit as quiet as a lamb. I will not stir, nor wince, nor speak a word ; Nor look upon the iron angerly : Thrust but these men away, and I'll forgive you, Whatever torment you do put me to.
Página 108 - hest to say so! Fer. Admir'd Miranda! Indeed the top of admiration ; worth What's dearest to the world ! Full many a lady I have eyed with best regard ; and many a time The harmony of their tongues hath into bondage Brought my too diligent ear...
Página 54 - 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 159 - 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 further.
Página 134 - Sour-ey'd disdain , and discord , shall bestrew 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.
Página 131 - 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' th' ooze is bedded ; and I'll seek him deeper than e'er plummet sounded, And with him there lie mudded.
Página 120 - 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 sometimes voices That, if I then had waked 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 waked, I cried to dream again.
Página 162 - 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 183 - Now my charms are all o'erthrown, And what strength I have's mine own, Which is most faint: now, 'tis true, I must be here confined by you, Or sent to Naples.
Página 33 - But what my power might else exact, — like one Who having unto truth, by telling of it, Made such a sinner of his memory, To credit his own lie...