The family Shakespeare [expurgated by T. Bowdler]. in which those words are omitted which cannot with propriety be read aloud in a family, by T. Bowdler, Част 64, Том 1 |
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... There's no harm done . Miranda . Prospero . O , woe the day ! No harm . I have done nothing but in care of thee ... there my art . - Wipe thou thine eyes ; have comfort . The direful spectacle of the wreck , which touch'd The very virtue ...
... There's no harm done . Miranda . Prospero . O , woe the day ! No harm . I have done nothing but in care of thee ... there my art . - Wipe thou thine eyes ; have comfort . The direful spectacle of the wreck , which touch'd The very virtue ...
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... there's more work : What is the time o ' the day ? Ariel . Ariel , thy charge Past the mid season . Prospero . At least two glasses : The time ' twixt six and now , Must by us both be spent most preciously . Ariel . Is there more toil ...
... there's more work : What is the time o ' the day ? Ariel . Ariel , thy charge Past the mid season . Prospero . At least two glasses : The time ' twixt six and now , Must by us both be spent most preciously . Ariel . Is there more toil ...
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... There's wood enough within . Prospero . Come forth , I say : there's other business for thee : Come forth , thou tortoise ! when ? Re - enter ARIEL like a Water - nymph . Fine apparition ! My quaint Ariel , Hark in thine ear . My lord ...
... There's wood enough within . Prospero . Come forth , I say : there's other business for thee : Come forth , thou tortoise ! when ? Re - enter ARIEL like a Water - nymph . Fine apparition ! My quaint Ariel , Hark in thine ear . My lord ...
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... There's nothing ill can dwell in such a temple : If the ill spirit have so fair an house , Good things will strive to dwell with't . Prospero . Follow me .- [ To FERDINAND . Speak not you for him ; he's a traitor . - Come . I'll manacle ...
... There's nothing ill can dwell in such a temple : If the ill spirit have so fair an house , Good things will strive to dwell with't . Prospero . Follow me .- [ To FERDINAND . Speak not you for him ; he's a traitor . - Come . I'll manacle ...
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... there's none , or little . Gonzalo . How lush and lusty the grass looks ! how green ! Antonio . The ground , indeed , is tawny . Sebastian . With an eye of green in't . Antonio . He misses not much . Sebastian . No : he doth but mistake ...
... there's none , or little . Gonzalo . How lush and lusty the grass looks ! how green ! Antonio . The ground , indeed , is tawny . Sebastian . With an eye of green in't . Antonio . He misses not much . Sebastian . No : he doth but mistake ...
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Страница 242 - Come away, come away, death, And in sad cypress let me be laid ; Fly away, fly away, breath ; I am slain by a fair cruel maid. My shroud of white, stuck all with yew, O, prepare it ! My part of death, no one so true Did share it. Not a flower, not a flower sweet, On my black coffin let there be strown ; Not a friend, not a friend greet My poor corpse, where my bones shall be thrown : A thousand thousand sighs to save, Lay me, O, where Sad true lover never find my grave, To weep there ! Duke.
Страница 16 - em. Caliban. I must eat my dinner. This island's mine, by Sycorax my mother, Which thou tak'st from me. When thou earnest first, Thou strok'dst me and mad'st much of me, wouldst give me Water with berries in't, and teach me how To name the bigger light, and how the less, That burn by day and night : and then I lov'd thee, And show'd thee all the qualities o' th' isle, The fresh springs, brine-pits, barren place and fertile.
Страница 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.
Страница 44 - 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.
Страница 304 - We must not make a scare-crow of the law, ' Setting it up to fear the birds of prey, And let it keep one shape, till custom make it Their perch, and not their terror.
Страница 308 - Alas, alas ! Why, all the souls that were were forfeit once ; And He that might the vantage best have took Found out the remedy. How would you be, If He, which is the top of judgement, should But judge you as you are ? O, think on that ; And mercy then will breathe within your lips, Like man new made.
Страница 294 - That to the observer doth thy history Fully unfold. Thyself and thy belongings Are not thine own so proper, as to waste Thyself upon thy virtues, they on thee. 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 touch'd But to fine issues ; nor Nature never lends The smallest scruple of her excellence But, like a thrifty goddess, she determines Herself the glory of a creditor,...
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