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Strona 262
... Isab . And have you nuns no further privileges ? Fran . Are not these large enough ? Isab . Yes , truly : I speak not as desiring more ; But rather wishing a more strict restraint Upon the sisterhood , the votarists of Saint Clare ...
... Isab . And have you nuns no further privileges ? Fran . Are not these large enough ? Isab . Yes , truly : I speak not as desiring more ; But rather wishing a more strict restraint Upon the sisterhood , the votarists of Saint Clare ...
Strona 263
... Isab . Why her unhappy brother ? let me ask ; The rather , for I now must make you know I am that Isabella and his sister . [ Exit . Lucio . Gentle and fair , your brother kindly greets you : Not to be weary with you , he's in prison . Isab ...
... Isab . Why her unhappy brother ? let me ask ; The rather , for I now must make you know I am that Isabella and his sister . [ Exit . Lucio . Gentle and fair , your brother kindly greets you : Not to be weary with you , he's in prison . Isab ...
Strona 264
... Isab . Doth he so seek his life ? Lucio . Has censur'd him Already ; and , as I hear , the provost hath A warrant for his execution . Isab . Alas , what poor ability's in me To do him good ! Lucio . Assay the power you have . Our doubts ...
... Isab . Doth he so seek his life ? Lucio . Has censur'd him Already ; and , as I hear , the provost hath A warrant for his execution . Isab . Alas , what poor ability's in me To do him good ! Lucio . Assay the power you have . Our doubts ...
Strona 265
... Isab . I'll see what I can do . Lucio . But speedily . Isab . I will about it straight ; No longer staying but to give the mother Notice of my affair . I humbly thank you : Commend me to my brother : soon at night I'll send him certain ...
... Isab . I'll see what I can do . Lucio . But speedily . Isab . I will about it straight ; No longer staying but to give the mother Notice of my affair . I humbly thank you : Commend me to my brother : soon at night I'll send him certain ...
Strona 273
... Isab . ] You're welcome : what's your will ? Isab . I am a woeful suitor to your honour , Please but your honour hear me . Ang . Well ; what's your suit ? Isab . There is a vice that most I do abhor , And most desire should meet the ...
... Isab . ] You're welcome : what's your will ? Isab . I am a woeful suitor to your honour , Please but your honour hear me . Ang . Well ; what's your suit ? Isab . There is a vice that most I do abhor , And most desire should meet the ...
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Strona 289 - 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 spirit To bathe in fiery floods, or to reside In thrilling region of thick-ribbed ice ; To be imprison'd in the viewless winds, And blown with restless violence round about The pendent world...
Strona 42 - 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 sometime voices, That, if I then had wak'd 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 wak'd, I cried to dream again.
Strona 56 - The charm dissolves apace, And as the morning steals upon the night, Melting the darkness, so their rising senses Begin to chase the ignorant fumes that mantle Their clearer reason.
Strona lxxvii - O, for my sake do you with Fortune chide, The guilty goddess of my harmful deeds, That did not better for my life provide Than public means which public manners breeds. Thence comes it that my name receives a brand, And almost thence my nature is subdued To what it works in, like the dyer's hand...
Strona 32 - A strange fish ! 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. Legg'd like a man ! and his fins like arms ! Warm, o...
Strona 56 - Have wak'd their sleepers, op'd, and let 'em forth, By my so potent art. But this rough magic I here abjure; and, when I have requir'd 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.
Strona 55 - 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 ? Though with their high wrongs I am struck to the quick.
Strona 25 - I' 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.
Strona 254 - 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.
Strona lxix - Sweet Swan of Avon ! what a sight it were To see thee in our waters yet appear, And make those flights upon the banks of Thames, That so did take Eliza, and our James...