The Works of Shakespeare: in Eight Volumes, المجلد 1H. Woodfall, 1767 |
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... thanks you have liv'd fo long , and make yourfelf ready in your cabin for the mifchance of the hour , if it fo hap . Cheerly , good hearts : out of our way , I fay . [ Exit . Gonz . I have great comfort from this fellow ; me . thinks ...
... thanks you have liv'd fo long , and make yourfelf ready in your cabin for the mifchance of the hour , if it fo hap . Cheerly , good hearts : out of our way , I fay . [ Exit . Gonz . I have great comfort from this fellow ; me . thinks ...
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... thank you fort't ! And now , I pray you , Sir , ( For ftill ' tis beating in my mind ) your reafon For raifing this fea - ftorm ? Pro . Know thus far forth ; } DIG By accident moft strange , bountiful fortune 1 ( Now my dear Lady ) hath ...
... thank you fort't ! And now , I pray you , Sir , ( For ftill ' tis beating in my mind ) your reafon For raifing this fea - ftorm ? Pro . Know thus far forth ; } DIG By accident moft strange , bountiful fortune 1 ( Now my dear Lady ) hath ...
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... thank thee , mafter . Pro . If thou more murmur'ft , I will rend an oak , And peg thee in his knotty entrails , ' till Thou't howl'd away twelve winters . Ari . Pardon , master . I will be correfpondent to command , And do my fp'riting ...
... thank thee , mafter . Pro . If thou more murmur'ft , I will rend an oak , And peg thee in his knotty entrails , ' till Thou't howl'd away twelve winters . Ari . Pardon , master . I will be correfpondent to command , And do my fp'riting ...
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... in lufly ftrokes To th ' fhore ; that o'er his wave - worn bafis bow'd , As fooping to relieve him : I not doubt , He came alive to land . Alon . No , no , he's gone . Seb . Seb . Sir , you may thank yourself for this 26 The TEMPEST .
... in lufly ftrokes To th ' fhore ; that o'er his wave - worn bafis bow'd , As fooping to relieve him : I not doubt , He came alive to land . Alon . No , no , he's gone . Seb . Seb . Sir , you may thank yourself for this 26 The TEMPEST .
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William Shakespeare Mr. Theobald (Lewis). Seb . Sir , you may thank yourself for this great lofs , That would not blefs our Europe with your daughter , But rather lose her to an African ; Where the , at least , is banish'd from your eye ...
William Shakespeare Mr. Theobald (Lewis). Seb . Sir , you may thank yourself for this great lofs , That would not blefs our Europe with your daughter , But rather lose her to an African ; Where the , at least , is banish'd from your eye ...
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الصفحة 28 - All things in common nature should produce Without sweat or endeavour : treason, felony, Sword, pike, knife, gun, or need of any engine, Would I not have; but nature should bring forth, .Of its own kind, all foison, all abundance, To feed my innocent people.
الصفحة 86 - Things base and vile, holding no quantity, Love can transpose to form and dignity. Love looks not with the eyes but with the mind; And therefore is wing'd Cupid painted blind.
الصفحة 42 - Hence, bashful cunning; And prompt me, plain and holy innocence ! I am your wife, if you will marry me ; If not, I'll die your maid : to be your fellow You may deny me ; but I'll be your servant Whether you will or no.
الصفحة 63 - 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?
الصفحة 95 - Since once I sat upon a promontory, And heard a mermaid, on a dolphin's back, Uttering such dulcet and harmonious breath, That the rude sea grew civil at her song ; And certain stars shot madly from their spheres, To hear the sea-maid's music.
الصفحة 96 - Yet mark'd I where the bolt of Cupid fell : It fell upon a little western flower, — Before milk-white, now purple with love's wound, — And maidens call it love-in-idleness.
الصفحة 150 - If we shadows have offended. Think but this, and all is mended, That you have but slumber'd here, While these visions did appear. And this weak and idle theme, No more yielding but a dream, Gentles, do not reprehend: If you pardon, we will mend.
الصفحة 35 - 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.
الصفحة 64 - 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.