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... heavens ! What foul play had we , that we came from thence ? Or blessed was't we did ? Pro . Both , both , my girl ; By foul play , as thou say'st , were we heaved thence ; But blessedly holp hither . Mira . O , my heart bleeds To think ...
... heavens ! What foul play had we , that we came from thence ? Or blessed was't we did ? Pro . Both , both , my girl ; By foul play , as thou say'st , were we heaved thence ; But blessedly holp hither . Mira . O , my heart bleeds To think ...
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... heavens ! Pro . Mark his condition , and the event ; then tell me , If this might be a brother . I should sin Mira . To think but nobly of my grandmother : Good wombs have borne bad sons . Pro . Now the condition . This king of Naples ...
... heavens ! Pro . Mark his condition , and the event ; then tell me , If this might be a brother . I should sin Mira . To think but nobly of my grandmother : Good wombs have borne bad sons . Pro . Now the condition . This king of Naples ...
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... heaven , When I have deck'd the sea with drops full salt ; Under my burden groan'd ; which raised in me An undergoing stomach , to bear up Against what should ensue . Mira . How came we ashore ? Pro . By Providence divine Some food we ...
... heaven , When I have deck'd the sea with drops full salt ; Under my burden groan'd ; which raised in me An undergoing stomach , to bear up Against what should ensue . Mira . How came we ashore ? Pro . By Providence divine Some food we ...
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... Heavens thank you for ' t ! And now , I pray you , sir , ( For still ' tis beating in my mind , ) your reason For raising this sea - storm ? Pro . Know thus far forth . By accident most strange , bountiful Fortune , - Now my dear lady ...
... Heavens thank you for ' t ! And now , I pray you , sir , ( For still ' tis beating in my mind , ) your reason For raising this sea - storm ? Pro . Know thus far forth . By accident most strange , bountiful Fortune , - Now my dear lady ...
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... heavens ! - I am the best of them that speak this speech , Were I but where ' tis spoken . Pro . How ! the best ? What wert thou , if the king of Naples heard thee ? Fer . A single thing , as I am now , that wonders To hear thee speak ...
... heavens ! - I am the best of them that speak this speech , Were I but where ' tis spoken . Pro . How ! the best ? What wert thou , if the king of Naples heard thee ? Fer . A single thing , as I am now , that wonders To hear thee speak ...
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Angelo Anne bear better bring brother Caius comes daughter death desire dost doth Dromio Duke Enter Escal Exeunt Exit eyes fair fairy father fault fear follow Ford friar gentle give gone grace hand hang hast hath head hear heart heaven hence hold honour hope Host hour husband I'll Isab John keep lady Laun leave live look lord Lucio maid Marry master mean meet mind Mira mistress never night Page play poor pray present Proteus Prov Quick reason SCENE servant Shal Silvia sleep Slen speak Speed spirit stand stay strange sure sweet tell thank thee there's thing thou art true Valentine wife woman wrong
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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...