The Comedy of The TempestD.C. Heath, 1900 - 98 páginas |
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Adrian Alonso Antonio awake bear beat bless Boatswain bottle brave brother burthen call'd camest Carthage Ceres Chandos Portrait charm chough command contract of true daughter dear devil discase dost doth drink drowned Duke of Milan dukedom e'er Enter ARIEL Enter CALIBAN Enter IRIS Enter PROSPERO Exeunt Exit father featly FERDINAND and MIRANDA fetch fish foison follow fresh Full fathom five give Gonzalo Hark Hast thou hath hear heavens hither island isle Juno King of Naples king's ship lord master monster moon-calf Note nymphs o'er play pray prithee PROSPERO'S cell queen Re-enter ARIEL rich Scene scurvy Sebastian Setebos Shakespeare sing sleep speak spirit Stephano strange swear Sweet lord Sycorax tell thee There's thine thing thou art thou beest thou canst thou didst thou hast Thou liest Thou shalt thunder thyself torment Trinculo Tunis twink Wilt winds yare
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Página 94 - 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 77 - twixt the green sea and the azured 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-based promontory Have I made shake: and by the spurs pluck'd up The pine and cedar: graves, at my command, Have waked their sleepers, oped, and let them forth By my so potent art.
Página 39 - 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 76 - Though with their high wrongs I am struck to the quick, Yet, with my nobler reason, '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 : Go, release them, Ariel ; My charms I'll break, their senses I'll restore, And they shall be themselves.
Página 19 - would it had been done ! Thou didst prevent me ; I had peopled else This isle with Calibans. Pro. Abhorred slave ! 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...
Página 31 - 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 69 - Our revels now are ended. These our actors, As I foretold you, were all spirits, and Are melted into air, into thin air: And, like the baseless fabric of this vision, The cloud-capp'd towers, the gorgeous palaces, The solemn temples, the great globe itself, Yea, all which it inherit, shall dissolve, And, like this insubstantial pageant faded, Leave not a rack behind. We are such stuff As dreams are made on ; and our little life Is rounded with a sleep.
Página 49 - hest to say so ! Fer. Admired 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 78 - Where the bee sucks, there suck I ; In a cowslip's bell I lie; There I couch when owls do cry. On the bat's back I do fly After summer merrily. Merrily, merrily shall I live now Under the blossom that hangs on the bough.
Página 22 - This music crept by me upon the waters, Allaying both their fury and my passion With its sweet air : thence I have follow'd it, Or it hath drawn me rather.