The Family Shakspeare: In Ten Volumes; in which Nothing is Added to the Original Text; But Those Words and Expressions are Omitted which Cannot with Propriety be Read Aloud in a Family, Том 1Longman, Hurst, Rees, Orme, and Brown, 1818 |
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... look on . Pro . We cannot miss him : he does make our fire , Fetch in our wood ; and serves in offices That profit us . What ho ! slave ! Caliban Thou earth , thou ! speak . Cal . [ Within . ] There's wood enough within . Pro . Come ...
... look on . Pro . We cannot miss him : he does make our fire , Fetch in our wood ; and serves in offices That profit us . What ho ! slave ! Caliban Thou earth , thou ! speak . Cal . [ Within . ] There's wood enough within . Pro . Come ...
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... Ant . The visitor will not give him o'er so . Seb . Look , he's winding up the watch of his wit ! by and by it will strike . Gon . Sir , Seb . One : Tell . Gon . When every SCENE II . ] 23 TEMPEST . ACT THE SECOND. ...
... Ant . The visitor will not give him o'er so . Seb . Look , he's winding up the watch of his wit ! by and by it will strike . Gon . Sir , Seb . One : Tell . Gon . When every SCENE II . ] 23 TEMPEST . ACT THE SECOND. ...
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... looks ! how green ! Ant . The ground , indeed , is tawny . Seb . With an eye of green in't . Ant . He misses not much . Seb . No : he doth but mistake the truth totally . 3 Rank . 4 Shade of colour . Gon . But the rarity of it is ...
... looks ! how green ! Ant . The ground , indeed , is tawny . Seb . With an eye of green in't . Ant . He misses not much . Seb . No : he doth but mistake the truth totally . 3 Rank . 4 Shade of colour . Gon . But the rarity of it is ...
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... look , how well my garments sit upon me ; Much feater than before : My brother's servants Were then my fellows , now they are my men . Seb . But , for your conscience- 1 Ant . Ay , sir ; where lies that ? if it were a kybe , ' Twould ...
... look , how well my garments sit upon me ; Much feater than before : My brother's servants Were then my fellows , now they are my men . Seb . But , for your conscience- 1 Ant . Ay , sir ; where lies that ? if it were a kybe , ' Twould ...
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... looks like a foul bumbard ' that would shed his liquor . If it should thunder , as it did before , I know not where to hide my head : yond ' same cloud cannot choose but fall by pailfuls . What have we here ? a man or a fish ? dead or ...
... looks like a foul bumbard ' that would shed his liquor . If it should thunder , as it did before , I know not where to hide my head : yond ' same cloud cannot choose but fall by pailfuls . What have we here ? a man or a fish ? dead or ...
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ARIEL Caius Caliban dost doth Duke duke of Milan Enter Sir Exeunt Exit eyes Falstaff father fool gentleman give hath hear heart heaven Herne the hunter hither honour Host HUGH EVANS humour husband Illyria Julia knave knight lady Laun letter look lord madam Malvolio Marry master Brook master doctor master Fenton master Slender Milan Mira mistress Anne mistress Ford monster musick never Olivia oman peace Pist pr'ythee pray PROSPERO Quick Re-enter SCENE Sebastian servant Shal SHALLOW Silvia Sir ANDREW Sir ANDREW AGUE-cheek Sir HUGH sir John sir John Falstaff sir Proteus Sir TOBY Sir TOBY BELCH Slen speak Speed Stephano sweet Sycorax tell thee there's thine thou art thou hast thou shalt Trin Trinculo Valentine wife Windsor woman word
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Стр. 231 - If music be the food of love, play on ; Give me excess of it, that, surfeiting, The appetite may sicken, and so die. That strain again ! it had a dying fall : O ! it came o'er my ear like the sweet sound That breathes upon a bank of violets, Stealing and giving odour.
Стр. 42 - 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.
Стр. 25 - 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.
Стр. 60 - 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.
Стр. 32 - 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.
Стр. 68 - Gentle breath of yours my sails Must fill, or else my project fails, Which was to please. Now I want Spirits to enforce, art to enchant ; And my ending is despair, Unless I be reliev'd by prayer ; Which pierces so, that it assaults Mercy itself, and frees all faults. As you from crimes would pardon'd be, Let your indulgence set me free.
Стр. 58 - 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.
Стр. 47 - 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.
Стр. 15 - And show'd thee all the qualities o' the isle, The fresh springs, brine-pits, barren place and fertile : — Cursed be I that did so ! All the charms Of Sycorax, toads, beetles, bats, light on you ! For I am all the subjects that you have, Which first was mine own king : and here you sty me In this hard rock, whiles you do keep from me The rest o
Стр. 58 - Ye elves of hills, brooks, standing lakes, and groves ; And ye that on the sands with printless foot Do chase the ebbing Neptune, and do fly him, When he comes back ; you demi-puppets that By moonshine do the green sour ringlets make, Whereof the ewe not bites ; and you, whose pastime Is to make midnight mushrooms...