The Dramatic Works of William Shakespeare: Life of Shakespeare. Seven ages of man [illus.] Will. Commendatory verses. Tempest. Two gentlemen of Verona. Merry wives of Windsor. Twelfth nightC. Whittingham, 1826 |
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Pagina 91
... thou wavest thy wizard - rod , are seen The Fays and Elves quick glancing o'er the green : And , as the moon her perfect orb displays , The little people sparkle in her rays . There , mid the lightning's blaze , and whirlwind's howl ...
... thou wavest thy wizard - rod , are seen The Fays and Elves quick glancing o'er the green : And , as the moon her perfect orb displays , The little people sparkle in her rays . There , mid the lightning's blaze , and whirlwind's howl ...
Pagina 11
... thou art . Gon . I'll warrant him from drowning ; though the ship were no stronger than a nut - shell , and as leaky as an unstanched 5 wench . Boats . Lay her a - hold , a - hold ; set her two courses ; off to sea again , lay her off ...
... thou art . Gon . I'll warrant him from drowning ; though the ship were no stronger than a nut - shell , and as leaky as an unstanched 5 wench . Boats . Lay her a - hold , a - hold ; set her two courses ; off to sea again , lay her off ...
Pagina 13
... thou art , nought knowing Of whence I am ; nor that I am more better 3 Than Prospero , master of a And thy no greater father . Mira . 4 full poor cell , More to know ' Tis time Did never meddle with my thoughts . Pro . I should inform ...
... thou art , nought knowing Of whence I am ; nor that I am more better 3 Than Prospero , master of a And thy no greater father . Mira . 4 full poor cell , More to know ' Tis time Did never meddle with my thoughts . Pro . I should inform ...
Pagina 14
... thou can'st ; for then thou wast - not Outб three years old . Mira . Certainly , sir , I can . Pro . By what ? by any other house , or person ? Of any thing the image tell me , that Hath kept with thy remembrance . Mira . " Tis far off ...
... thou can'st ; for then thou wast - not Outб three years old . Mira . Certainly , sir , I can . Pro . By what ? by any other house , or person ? Of any thing the image tell me , that Hath kept with thy remembrance . Mira . " Tis far off ...
Pagina 19
... Thou wast , that did preserve me ! Thou didst smile , Infused with a fortitude from heaven , When I have deck'd 16 the sea with drops full salt ; Under my burden groan'd ; which rais'd in me An undergoing stomach 17 , to bear up Against ...
... Thou wast , that did preserve me ! Thou didst smile , Infused with a fortitude from heaven , When I have deck'd 16 the sea with drops full salt ; Under my burden groan'd ; which rais'd in me An undergoing stomach 17 , to bear up Against ...
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ARIEL Ben Jonson Caius Caliban daugh daughter devil dost doth drama Duke editor Enter Exeunt Exit eyes fairies Falstaff father fool Ford gentleman Gentlemen of Verona give hand hath hear heart heaven honour Host humour Illyria Johnson Julia knave lady Laun letter lord madam Malone Malvolio Marry master Brook master doctor means mind Mira mistress Ford never night Olivia Pist play Poet pr'ythee pray Prospero Proteus Quick SCENE servant Shak Shakspeare Shakspeare's Shal Silvia SIR ANDREW SIR ANDREW AGUE-CHEEK Sir Hugh Sir John Sir John Falstaff Sir Toby SIR TOBY BELCH Slen Slender soul speak Speed spirit Steevens Stratford Susanna Hall sweet Sycorax tell thee there's thou art thou hast Thurio Trin unto Valentine Windsor woman word
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