The Plays of William Shakspeare: In Fifteen Volumes. With the Corrections and Illustrations of Various Commentators. To which are Added NotesT. Longman, 1793 |
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... hath wrote two in imitation of them , The Sea Voyage and The Faithful Shepherdess . But when he prefumes to break a lance with Shakspeare , and write in emulation of him , as he does in The Falje One , which is the rival of Antony and ...
... hath wrote two in imitation of them , The Sea Voyage and The Faithful Shepherdess . But when he prefumes to break a lance with Shakspeare , and write in emulation of him , as he does in The Falje One , which is the rival of Antony and ...
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... hath no drowning mark upon him ; his complexion is perfect gallows . Stand fast , good fate , to his hanging ! make the rope of his deftiny our cable , for our own doth little advantage ! If he be not born to be hang'd , our cafe is ...
... hath no drowning mark upon him ; his complexion is perfect gallows . Stand fast , good fate , to his hanging ! make the rope of his deftiny our cable , for our own doth little advantage ! If he be not born to be hang'd , our cafe is ...
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... hath mine enemies Brought to this fhore : and by my prescience I find my zenith doth depend upon A moft aufpicious ftar ; whofe influence If now I court not , but omit , my fortunes Will ever after droop . - Here ceafe more queftions ...
... hath mine enemies Brought to this fhore : and by my prescience I find my zenith doth depend upon A moft aufpicious ftar ; whofe influence If now I court not , but omit , my fortunes Will ever after droop . - Here ceafe more queftions ...
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... hath drawn me rather : -But ' tis gone . No , it begins again . ARIEL fings . 2 Full fathom five thy father lies ; Of his bones are coral made ; Thofe are pearls , that were his eyes : Nothing of him that doth fade , 3 Weeping again the ...
... hath drawn me rather : -But ' tis gone . No , it begins again . ARIEL fings . 2 Full fathom five thy father lies ; Of his bones are coral made ; Thofe are pearls , that were his eyes : Nothing of him that doth fade , 3 Weeping again the ...
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... hath fuch fenfes As we have , fuch : This gallant , which thou feest , Was in the wreck ; and but he's fomething ftain'd With grief , that's beauty's canker , thou might'ft call him A goodly perfon : he hath loft his fellows , And ...
... hath fuch fenfes As we have , fuch : This gallant , which thou feest , Was in the wreck ; and but he's fomething ftain'd With grief , that's beauty's canker , thou might'ft call him A goodly perfon : he hath loft his fellows , And ...
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Página 144 - O, wonder! How many goodly creatures are there here ! How beauteous mankind is ! O brave new world, That has such people in't ! Pros.
Página 53 - 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 392 - Thy gowns, thy shoes, thy beds of roses, Thy cap, thy kirtle, and thy posies, Soon break, soon wither, soon forgotten ; In folly ripe, in reason rotten. Thy belt of straw and ivy- buds, Thy coral clasps and amber studs, All these in me no means can move, To come to thee and be thy love.
Página 70 - 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 33 - 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.
Página 133 - I have bedimm'd The noontide sun, call'd forth the mutinous winds And 'twixt the green sea and the azur'd 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-bas'd promontory Have I made shake and by the spurs pluck'd up The pine and cedar; graves at my command Have wak'd their sleepers, op'd and let 'em forth By my so potent Art.
Página 31 - You taught me language; and my profit on't Is, I know how to curse : The red plague rid you, For learning me your language ! Pro.
Página 392 - With coral clasps and amber studs : And if these pleasures may thee move, Come live with me and be my love. Thy silver dishes for thy meat, As precious as the gods do eat, Shall on an ivory table be Prepared each day for thee and me. The shepherd swains shall dance and sing For thy delight each May-morning : If these delights thy mind may move, Then live with me and be my love.
Página 29 - 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 2 - If by your art, my dearest father, you have Put the wild waters in this roar, allay them : The sky, it seems, would pour down stinking pitch, But that the sea, mounting to the welkin's cheek, Dashes the fire out.