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... bring her to try with main course . [ 4 cry within . ] A plague upon this howling ! they are louder than the weather , or our office- Re - enter SEBASTIAN , ANTONIO , and GONZALO . Yet again ? what do you here ? Shall we give o'er and ...
... bring her to try with main course . [ 4 cry within . ] A plague upon this howling ! they are louder than the weather , or our office- Re - enter SEBASTIAN , ANTONIO , and GONZALO . Yet again ? what do you here ? Shall we give o'er and ...
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... bring forth more islands . Alon . Ay ! Ant . Why , in good time . Gon . Sir , we were talking that our garments seem now as fresh as when we were at Tunis at the marriage of your daughter , who is now queen . Ant . And the rarest that e ...
... bring forth more islands . Alon . Ay ! Ant . Why , in good time . Gon . Sir , we were talking that our garments seem now as fresh as when we were at Tunis at the marriage of your daughter , who is now queen . Ant . And the rarest that e ...
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... and Naples have More widows in them of this business ' making , Than we bring men to comfort them : the fault's Your own . Alon . So is the dearest o ' the loss . Gon . My lord Sebastian , The truth you speak SC . I. 29 THE TEMPEST .
... and Naples have More widows in them of this business ' making , Than we bring men to comfort them : the fault's Your own . Alon . So is the dearest o ' the loss . Gon . My lord Sebastian , The truth you speak SC . I. 29 THE TEMPEST .
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... bring the plaster . Seb . Ant . And most chirurgeonly . Very well . Gon . It is foul weather in us all , good sir , When you are cloudy . Seb . Ant . Foul weather ? Very foul . Gon . Had I plantation of this isle , my lord , - Ant . He ...
... bring the plaster . Seb . Ant . And most chirurgeonly . Very well . Gon . It is foul weather in us all , good sir , When you are cloudy . Seb . Ant . Foul weather ? Very foul . Gon . Had I plantation of this isle , my lord , - Ant . He ...
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... bringing wood in slowly . I'll fall flat ; Perchance , he will not mind me . Trin . Here's neither bush nor shrub , to bear off any weather at all , and another storm brew- ing ; I hear it sing i ' the wind : yond ' same black cloud ...
... bringing wood in slowly . I'll fall flat ; Perchance , he will not mind me . Trin . Here's neither bush nor shrub , to bear off any weather at all , and another storm brew- ing ; I hear it sing i ' the wind : yond ' same black cloud ...
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Página 30 - 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 70 - Have waked their sleepers ; oped, and let them 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'll break my staff, Bury it certain fathoms in the earth, And, deeper than did ever plummet sound, I'll drown my book.
Página 148 - Ay, but to die, and go we know not where ; To lie in cold obstruction, and to rot ; This sensible warm motion to become A kneaded clod ; and the delighted spirit To bathe in fiery floods, or to reside In thrilling regions of thick-ribbed ice...
Página 52 - 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 sometime 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 57 - 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, pronounced The name of Prosper : it did bass my trespass. Therefore my son i...
Página 222 - That very time I saw, but thou couldst not, Flying between the cold moon and the earth, Cupid all arm'd : a certain aim he took At a fair vestal throned by the west, And loosed his love-shaft smartly from his bow, As it should pierce a hundred thousand hearts; But I might see young Cupid's fiery shaft Quench'd in the chaste beams of the watery moon, And the imperial votaress passed on, In maiden meditation, fancy free.
Página 225 - I pray thee, give it me. I know a bank where the wild thyme blows, Where ox-lips and the nodding violet grows ; Quite over-canopied with luscious woodbine, With sweet musk-roses, and with eglantine...
Página 104 - That to the observer doth thy history Fully unfold. Thyself and thy belongings Are not thine own so proper, as to waste Thyself upon thy virtues, they on thee. Heaven doth with us as we with torches do, Not light them for themselves ; for if our virtues Did not go forth of us, 'twere all alike As if we had them not.
Página 264 - The lunatic, the lover, and the poet Are of imagination all compact : One sees more devils than vast hell can hold ; That is the madman : the lover, all as frantic, Sees Helen's beauty in a brow of Egypt: The poet's eye, in a fine frenzy rolling, Doth glance from heaven to earth, from earth to heaven, And, as imagination bodies forth The forms of things unknown, the poet's pen Turns them to shapes, and gives to airy nothing A local habitation and a name.
Página 70 - The charm dissolves apace; And as the morning steals upon the night, Melting the darkness, so their rising senses Begin to chase the ignorant fumes that mantle Their clearer reason...