William Shakespeare: His Life, His Works, and His TeachingMelville & Mullen, 1903 - 410 страници |
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... Ariel , the brute Understanding as in Caliban . The whole play , indeed , is a succession of illusions , winding up with those solemn words of the great enchanter , who had summoned to his service every shape of merriment or passion ...
... Ariel , the brute Understanding as in Caliban . The whole play , indeed , is a succession of illusions , winding up with those solemn words of the great enchanter , who had summoned to his service every shape of merriment or passion ...
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... Ariel , come . Enter ARIEL . [ Miranda sleeps . Ariel .-- All hail , great master ! grave sir , hail ! I come To answer thy best pleasure ; be it to fly , To swim , to dive into the fire , to ride On the curl'd clouds , to thy strong ...
... Ariel , come . Enter ARIEL . [ Miranda sleeps . Ariel .-- All hail , great master ! grave sir , hail ! I come To answer thy best pleasure ; be it to fly , To swim , to dive into the fire , to ride On the curl'd clouds , to thy strong ...
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... Ariel , thy charge Exactly is perform'd ; but there's more work : What is the time o ' the day ? Ariel.- Past the mid season . Prospero . At least two glasses : the time ' twixt six and now , Must by us both be spent most preciously . Ariel ...
... Ariel , thy charge Exactly is perform'd ; but there's more work : What is the time o ' the day ? Ariel.- Past the mid season . Prospero . At least two glasses : the time ' twixt six and now , Must by us both be spent most preciously . Ariel ...
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... Ariel.- I do not , sir . Prospero . Thou liest , malignant thing ! Has thou forgot The foul witch Sycorax , who , with age and envy , Was grown into a hoop ? hast thou forgot her ? Ariel . No , sir . Prospero . — Thou hast where was she ...
... Ariel.- I do not , sir . Prospero . Thou liest , malignant thing ! Has thou forgot The foul witch Sycorax , who , with age and envy , Was grown into a hoop ? hast thou forgot her ? Ariel . No , sir . Prospero . — Thou hast where was she ...
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... Ariel.- I thank thee , master . Prospero . If thou more murmur'st , I will rend an oak , And peg thee in his knotty entrails , till Thou hast howl'd away twelve winters . Ariel.- I will be correspondent to command , And do my sprighting ...
... Ariel.- I thank thee , master . Prospero . If thou more murmur'st , I will rend an oak , And peg thee in his knotty entrails , till Thou hast howl'd away twelve winters . Ariel.- I will be correspondent to command , And do my sprighting ...
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Страница 197 - Is this a dagger which I see before me, The handle toward my hand ? Come, let me clutch thee. I have thee not, and yet I see thee still. Art thou not, fatal vision, sensible To feeling as to sight ? or art thou but A dagger of the mind, a false creation, Proceeding from the heat-oppressed brain ? I see thee yet, in form as palpable As this which now I draw. Thou marshall'st me the way that I was going ; And such an instrument I was to use. Mine eyes are made the fools o...
Страница 148 - I have of late (but wherefore I know not) lost all my mirth, foregone all custom of exercises : and, indeed, it goes so heavily with my disposition, that this goodly frame, the earth, seems to me a sterile prom'ontory ; this most excellent canopy, the air, look you, this brave o'erhanging firmament, this majestical roof fretted with golden fire, why, it appears no other thing to me than a foul and pestilent congregation of vapors.
Страница 404 - It blesseth him that gives and him that takes. Tis mightiest in the mightiest; it becomes The throned monarch better than his crown; His sceptre shows the force of temporal power, The attribute to awe and majesty, Wherein doth sit the dread and fear of kings; But mercy is above this sceptred sway, It is enthroned in the hearts of kings, It is an attribute to God himself; And earthly power doth then show likest God's When mercy seasons justice.
Страница 137 - Ay, but to die, and go we know not where ; To lie in cold obstruction and to rot ; This sensible warm motion to become A kneaded clod ; and the delighted...
Страница 302 - FEAR no more the heat o' the sun, Nor the furious winter's rages; Thou thy worldly task hast done, Home art gone, and ta'en thy wages. Golden lads and girls all must, As chimney-sweepers, come to dust. Fear no more the frown o...
Страница 221 - Poor naked wretches, wheresoe'er you are, That bide the pelting of this pitiless storm, How shall your houseless heads and unfed sides, Your loop'd and window'd raggedness, defend you From seasons such as these ? O, I have ta'en Too little care of this ! Take physic, pomp ; Expose thyself to feel what wretches feel, That thou mayst shake the superflux to them, And show the heavens more just.
Страница 197 - Mine eyes are made the fools o' the other senses, Or else worth all the rest; I see thee still, And on thy blade and dudgeon gouts of blood, Which was not so before.
Страница 184 - Good name in man and woman, dear my lord, Is the immediate jewel of their souls: Who steals my purse steals trash; 'tis something, nothing; 'Twas mine, 'tis his, and has been slave to thousands: But he that filches from me my good name Robs me of that which not enriches him And makes me poor indeed.
Страница 177 - Julius bleed for justice' sake ? What villain touch'd his body, that did stab, And not for justice ? What, shall one of us, That struck the foremost man of all this world But for supporting robbers, shall we now Contaminate our fingers with base bribes, And sell the mighty space of our large honours For so much trash as may be grasped thus?
Страница 145 - And you, my sinews, grow not instant old, But bear me stiffly up! — Remember thee? Ay, thou poor ghost, while memory holds a seat In this distracted globe. Remember thee? Yea, from the table of my memory I'll wipe away all trivial fond records, All saws of books, all forms, all pressures past, That youth and observation copied there; And. thy commandment all alone shall live Within the book and volume of my brain, Unmix'd with baser matter: yes, by heaven.