The Works of Shakespear: The tempest. A midsummer-night's dream. The two gentlemen of Verona. The merry wives of WindsorRobert Martin, 1768 |
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... look on- Pro . But , as ' tis , We cannot mifs him : he does make our fire , Fetch in our wood , and ferves in offices That profit us . What ho Thou earth , thou ! speak . flave ! Caliban ! Cal . [ within . ] There's wood enough within ...
... look on- Pro . But , as ' tis , We cannot mifs him : he does make our fire , Fetch in our wood , and ferves in offices That profit us . What ho Thou earth , thou ! speak . flave ! Caliban ! Cal . [ within . ] There's wood enough within ...
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... looks about ! believe me , Sir , It carries a brave form . But ' tis a fpirit . Full fathom five thy father lies , & c . ] Let us confider the Business Ariel is here upon , and his Manner of executing it . The Commif- fion Profpero had ...
... looks about ! believe me , Sir , It carries a brave form . But ' tis a fpirit . Full fathom five thy father lies , & c . ] Let us confider the Business Ariel is here upon , and his Manner of executing it . The Commif- fion Profpero had ...
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... Look , he's winding up the watch of his wit , by and by it will strike . Gon . Sir , Seb . One : Tell , - Gon . When every grief is entertain'd that's of fer'd ; comes to the entertainer- Seb . A dollor . Gon . Dolour comes to him ...
... Look , he's winding up the watch of his wit , by and by it will strike . Gon . Sir , Seb . One : Tell , - Gon . When every grief is entertain'd that's of fer'd ; comes to the entertainer- Seb . A dollor . Gon . Dolour comes to him ...
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... looks ? how green ? Ant . The ground indeed is tawny . Seb . With an eye of green Ant . He miffes not much . in't . Seb . No : he does but mistake the truth totally . Gon . But the rarity of it is , which is indeed almost beyond credit ...
... looks ? how green ? Ant . The ground indeed is tawny . Seb . With an eye of green Ant . He miffes not much . in't . Seb . No : he does but mistake the truth totally . Gon . But the rarity of it is , which is indeed almost beyond credit ...
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... looks like a foul bumbard that would fhed his liquor . If it should thunder as it did before , I know not where to hide my head : yond fame cloud cannot chuse but fall by pailfuls- -What have we here , a man or a fish ? dead or alive ...
... looks like a foul bumbard that would fhed his liquor . If it should thunder as it did before , I know not where to hide my head : yond fame cloud cannot chuse but fall by pailfuls- -What have we here , a man or a fish ? dead or alive ...
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Page 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...
Page 146 - 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.
Page 109 - The honey-bags steal from the humble-bees, And for night-tapers crop their waxen thighs, And light them at the fiery glow-worm's eyes, To have my love to bed, and to arise ; And pluck the wings from painted butterflies To fan the moonbeams from his sleeping eyes : Nod to him, elves, and do him courtesies.
Page 134 - Lovers, and madmen, have such seething brains, Such shaping fantasies, that apprehend More than cool reason ever comprehends. The lunatic, the lover, and the poet, Are of imagination all compact :' One sees more devils than vast hell can hold ; That is, the madman : the lover, all as frantic, Sees Helen's beauty in a brow of Egypt...
Page 69 - O, wonder! How many goodly creatures are there here ! How beauteous mankind is ! O brave new world, That has such people in't ! Pros.
Page 64 - Ye elves of hills, brooks, standing lakes and groves, And ye that on the sands with printless foot Do chase the ebbing Neptune and do fly him When he comes back ; you demi-puppets that By moonshine do the green sour ringlets make, Whereof the ewe not bites, and you whose pastime Is to make midnight mushrooms, that rejoice To hear the solemn curfew...
Page 134 - The lunatic, the lover and the poet Are of imagination all compact. One sees more devils than vast hell can hold; That is the madman. The lover, all as frantic, Sees Helen's beauty in a brow of Egypt. The poet's eye, in a fine frenzy rolling, Doth glance from heaven to earth, from earth to heaven, And as imagination bodies forth The forms of things unknown, the poet's pen Turns them to shapes, and gives to airy nothing A local habitation, and a name.
Page 93 - The ox hath therefore stretch'd his yoke in vain, The ploughman lost his sweat, and the green corn Hath rotted, ere his youth attain'da beard: The fold stands empty in the drowned field, And crows are fatted with the murrain flock; The nine men's morris* is fill'd up with mud ; And the quaint mazes in the wanton green, For lack of tread, are undistinguishable...
Page 29 - ... the commonwealth I would by contraries Execute all things: For no kind of traffic Would I admit; no name of magistrate; Letters should not be known ; riches, poverty, And use of service, none; contract, succession, Bourn, bound of land, tilth, vineyard, none; No use of metal, corn, or wine, or oil; No occupation; all men idle, all, And women too, but innocent and pure : No sovereignty— Seb.
Page 36 - 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.