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... reason For raising this sea - storm ? Pros . Know thus far forth , By accident most strange , bountiful Fortune , Now my dear lady , hath mine enemies Brought to this shore ; and by my prescience 180 I find my zenith doth depend upon A ...
... reason For raising this sea - storm ? Pros . Know thus far forth , By accident most strange , bountiful Fortune , Now my dear lady , hath mine enemies Brought to this shore ; and by my prescience 180 I find my zenith doth depend upon A ...
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... reason , any reason . Come on , Trinculo , let us sing . [ Sings . ] Flout ' em and scout ' em , And scout ' em and flout ' em ; Thought is free . Cal . That's not the tune . 130 [ Ariel plays the tune on a tabor and pipe . Ste . What ...
... reason , any reason . Come on , Trinculo , let us sing . [ Sings . ] Flout ' em and scout ' em , And scout ' em and flout ' em ; Thought is free . Cal . That's not the tune . 130 [ Ariel plays the tune on a tabor and pipe . Ste . What ...
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... reason ' gainst my fury Do I take part ; the rarer action is In virtue than in vengeance : they being penitent , The sole drift of my purpose doth extend Not a frown further . Go release them , Ariel : 30 My charms I'll break , their ...
... reason ' gainst my fury Do I take part ; the rarer action is In virtue than in vengeance : they being penitent , The sole drift of my purpose doth extend Not a frown further . Go release them , Ariel : 30 My charms I'll break , their ...
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... reason . O good Gonzalo , My true preserver , and a loyal sir To him thou follow'st ! I will pay thy graces Home both in word and deed . Most cruelly Didst thou , Alonso , use me and my daughter : Thy brother was a furtherer in the act ...
... reason . O good Gonzalo , My true preserver , and a loyal sir To him thou follow'st ! I will pay thy graces Home both in word and deed . Most cruelly Didst thou , Alonso , use me and my daughter : Thy brother was a furtherer in the act ...
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... reason ? [ best . Luc . I have no other but a woman's reason ; I think him so because I think him so . Ful . And wouldst thou have me cast my love on him ? [ away . Luc . Ay , if you thought your love not cast Jul . Why he , of all the ...
... reason ? [ best . Luc . I have no other but a woman's reason ; I think him so because I think him so . Ful . And wouldst thou have me cast my love on him ? [ away . Luc . Ay , if you thought your love not cast Jul . Why he , of all the ...
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Strona 210 - Now, my co-mates and brothers in exile, Hath not old custom made this life more sweet Than that of painted pomp? Are not these woods More free from peril than the envious court? Here feel we but the penalty of Adam, — The seasons' difference : as the icy fang And churlish chiding of the winter's wind, Which when it bites and blows upon my body, Even till I shrink with cold, I smile and say, This is no flattery : these are counsellors That feelingly persuade me what I am.
Strona 192 - If you prick us, do we not bleed ? if you tickle us, do we not laugh ? if you poison us, do we not die ? and if you wrong us, shall we not revenge? if we are like you in the rest, we will resemble you in that. If a Jew wrong a Christian, what is his humility ? Revenge. If a Christian wrong a Jew, what should his sufferance be by Christian example ? Why, revenge. The villany you teach me, I will execute ; and it shall go hard but I will better the instruction.
Strona 8 - 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 536 - God ! methinks it were a happy life, To be no better than a homely swain; To sit upon a hill, as I do now, To carve out dials quaintly, point by point, Thereby to see the minutes how they run: How many make the hour full complete; How many hours bring about the day ; How many days will finish up the year; How many years a mortal man may live.
Strona 202 - How sweet the moonlight sleeps upon this bank! Here will we sit, and let the sounds of music Creep in our ears: soft stillness and the night Become the touches of sweet harmony. Sit, Jessica. Look how the floor of heaven Is thick inlaid with patines...
Strona 214 - And then the whining school-boy, with his satchel And shining morning face, creeping like snail Unwillingly to school. And then the lover, Sighing like furnace, with a woeful ballad Made to his mistress
Strona 442 - Where some, like magistrates, correct at home, Others, like merchants, venture trade abroad, Others, like soldiers, armed in their stings, Make boot upon the summer's velvet buds, Which pillage they with merry march bring home To the tent-royal of their emperor ; Who, busied in his majesty, surveys The singing masons building roofs of gold, The civil citizens kneading up the honey, The poor mechanic porters crowding in *» Their heavy burdens at his narrow gate, The sad-eyed justice, with his surly...
Strona 181 - In sooth, I know not why I am so sad : It wearies me ; you say it wearies you ; But how I caught it, found it, or came by it, What stuff 'tis made of, whereof it is born, I am to learn ; And such a want-wit sadness makes of me. That I have much ado to know myself.
Strona 193 - Tell me where is fancy bred, Or in the heart or in the head ? How begot, how nourished ? Reply, reply. It is engender'd in the eyes, With gazing fed ; and fancy dies In the cradle where it lies. Let us all ring fancy's knell ; 70 I'll begin it, — Ding, dong, bell.
Strona 422 - With deaf'ning clamours in the slippery clouds, That, with the hurly, death itself awakes ? Canst thou, O partial sleep! give thy repose To the wet sea-boy in an hour so rude; And, in the calmest and most stillest night, With all appliances and means to boot, Deny it to a king ? Then, happy low, lie down ! Uneasy lies the head that wears a crown.