The Plays of William Shakspeare, Volume 1H. S. Carey and I. Lea, 1822 |
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... eyes ; have comfort . The direful spectacle of the wreck , which touch'd The very virtue of compassion in thee , I have with such provision in mine art So safely order'd , that there is no soul- No , not so much perdition as a hair ...
... eyes ; have comfort . The direful spectacle of the wreck , which touch'd The very virtue of compassion in thee , I have with such provision in mine art So safely order'd , that there is no soul- No , not so much perdition as a hair ...
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... eyes . Pro . Hear a little further , And then I'll bring thee to the present business Which now's upon us ; without the which , this story Were most impertinent . Mira . That hour destroy us ? Pro . Wherefore did they not Well demanded ...
... eyes . Pro . Hear a little further , And then I'll bring thee to the present business Which now's upon us ; without the which , this story Were most impertinent . Mira . That hour destroy us ? Pro . Wherefore did they not Well demanded ...
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... eye - ball else . Go , take this shape , And hither come in't : hence , with diligence . [ Exit Ariel . Awake , dear heart , awake ! thou hast slept well ; Awake ! Mira . The strangeness of your story put Heaviness in me . VOL . I. B ...
... eye - ball else . Go , take this shape , And hither come in't : hence , with diligence . [ Exit Ariel . Awake , dear heart , awake ! thou hast slept well ; Awake ! Mira . The strangeness of your story put Heaviness in me . VOL . I. B ...
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... eyes : Nothing of him that doth fade , But doth suffer a sea - change Into something rich and strange . Sea - nymphs ... eye advance , And say , what thou seest yond ' . Mira . What is't ? a spirit ? Lord , how it looks about ...
... eyes : Nothing of him that doth fade , But doth suffer a sea - change Into something rich and strange . Sea - nymphs ... eye advance , And say , what thou seest yond ' . Mira . What is't ? a spirit ? Lord , how it looks about ...
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... eyes , ne'er since at ebb , beheld The king my father wreck'd . Mira . Alack , for mercy ! Fer . Yes , faith , and all his lords ; the duke of Milan , And his brave son , being twain . Pro . The duke of Milan , And his more braver ...
... eyes , ne'er since at ebb , beheld The king my father wreck'd . Mira . Alack , for mercy ! Fer . Yes , faith , and all his lords ; the duke of Milan , And his brave son , being twain . Pro . The duke of Milan , And his more braver ...
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Ariel bawd brother Caius Caliban Claud Claudio daughter devil dost thou doth Duke Enter Escal Exeunt Exit eyes Falstaff father fear fool friar gentle gentleman give grace hath hear heart heaven Herne the hunter hither honour Host Hugh Evans husband Illyria Isab Julia knave lady Laun letter look lord Angelo Lucio madam maid Malvolio Marry master Brook master doctor Mira mistress Anne mistress Ford never night pardon peace Pist Pompey pr'ythee pray Prospero Proteus Prov Provost Quick Re-enter SCENE servant Shal Silvia Sir Andrew Sir Andrew Ague-cheek Sir Hugh sir John Sir John Falstaff Sir Toby Sir Toby Belch Slen speak Speed sweet Sycorax tell thee there's thine thing thou art thou hast Thurio Trin Trinculo Valentine What's wife woman word
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Page 71 - 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.
Page 374 - tis too horrible ! The weariest and most loathed worldly life, ^ That age, ache, penury, and imprisonment Can lay on nature, is a paradise To what we fear of death.
Page 71 - And mine shall. Hast thou, which art but air, a touch, a feeling Of their afflictions ? and shall not myself, One of their kind, that relish all as sharply, Passion as they, be kindlier mov'd than thou art ? 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...
Page 73 - 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.
Page 358 - Too late? why, no; I, that do speak a word, May call it back again: Well believe this, No ceremony that to great ones 'longs, Not the king's crown, nor the deputed sword, The marshal's truncheon, nor the judge's robe, Become them with one half so good a grace, As mercy does.
Page 27 - 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 wouldst gabble like A thing most brutish, I endowed thy purposes With words that made them known...
Page 275 - O mistress mine, where are you roaming ? O, stay and hear ; your true love's coming, That can sing both high and low : Trip no further, pretty sweeting, Journeys end in lovers' meeting, Every wise man's son doth know.
Page 138 - Who is Silvia ? what is she, That all our swains commend her ? Holy, fair, and wise is she, The heaven such grace did lend her, That she might admired be. Is she kind as she is fair ? For beauty lives with kindness : Love doth to her eyes repair, To help him of his blindness ; And, being help'd, inhabits there. Then to Silvia let us sing, That Silvia is excelling : She excels each mortal thing, Upon the dull earth dwelling : To her let us garlands bring.
Page 336 - 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. Spirits are not finely...
Page 44 - 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.