Tempest. Two gentlemen of VeronaPrinted for, and under the direction of, John Bell, 1788 |
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... STEPHANO , a drunken Butler . Enter Mari " Master of a Ship , " Boatswain , “ and Mariners . " WOMEN . ens ; yare , yare : Take in Boats . Heigh , my hearts ; 4 ARIEL , an airy Spirit . MIRANDA , Daughter to Prospero . room enough ...
... STEPHANO , a drunken Butler . Enter Mari " Master of a Ship , " Boatswain , “ and Mariners . " WOMEN . ens ; yare , yare : Take in Boats . Heigh , my hearts ; 4 ARIEL , an airy Spirit . MIRANDA , Daughter to Prospero . room enough ...
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... STEPHANO singing , This Ste . I shall no more to Here shall I dye is is a very scurvy tune to Well , here's my comfort . The master , the swabber , the The gunner and his mate Low'd Mall , Meg , and Mar But none of us car'd for , I know ...
... STEPHANO singing , This Ste . I shall no more to Here shall I dye is is a very scurvy tune to Well , here's my comfort . The master , the swabber , the The gunner and his mate Low'd Mall , Meg , and Mar But none of us car'd for , I know ...
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... STEPHANO singing , a Bottle in his Hand . Ste . I shall no more to sea , to sea , Here shall I dye a - shore , - 414 is is a very scurvy tune to sing at a man's funeral : ell , here's my comfort . The master , the swabber , the ...
... STEPHANO singing , a Bottle in his Hand . Ste . I shall no more to sea , to sea , Here shall I dye a - shore , - 414 is is a very scurvy tune to sing at a man's funeral : ell , here's my comfort . The master , the swabber , the ...
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... Stephano breathes at nostrils . Cal . The spirit torments me : Oh ! Ste . This is some monster of the isle , with ... Stephano , - 2. Doth thy other mouth ca This is a devil , and no г T have no long spoon . Stephano ! if thou b ...
... Stephano breathes at nostrils . Cal . The spirit torments me : Oh ! Ste . This is some monster of the isle , with ... Stephano , - 2. Doth thy other mouth ca This is a devil , and no г T have no long spoon . Stephano ! if thou b ...
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... Stephano , - 470 . Doth thy other mouth call me ? Mercy ! mer This is a devil , and no monster : I will leave I have no long spoon . in . Stephano ! -- if thou be'st Stephano , touch and speak to me , for I am Trinculo ; -be not 1 ...
... Stephano , - 470 . Doth thy other mouth call me ? Mercy ! mer This is a devil , and no monster : I will leave I have no long spoon . in . Stephano ! -- if thou be'st Stephano , touch and speak to me , for I am Trinculo ; -be not 1 ...
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ANTHONIO Ariel Ben Jonson Caliban called Ceres daughter Dido didst dost doth Duke duke of Milan e'er edition Eglamour Enter ARIEL Exeunt Exit eyes Faery Queen father fear folio gentle GENTLEMEN OF VERONA give Gonzalo grace hath hear heaven honour island JOHNSON Julia king lady Laun Launce look lord lov'd Lucetta madam MALONE master mean Midsummer Night's Dream Milan mind Mira Miranda mistress monster month's mind musick Naples old copy passage Phaėton play poet Pr'ythee pray Prince of Tyre Prospero queen SCENE Sebastian sense servant Shakspere shalt shew signifies Silvia Sir Protheus Sir Thurio speak Speed spirit STEEVENS Stephano strange sweet Sycorax tell TEMPEST thee Theobald thing thou art thou hast Thurio thyself Trin Trinculo Tunis unto Valentine Verona WARBURTON word
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Page 23 - I pitied thee, Took pains to make thee speak, taught thee each hour One thing or other : when thou didst not, savage, Know thine own meaning, but would'st gabble like A thing most brutish, I endow'd thy purposes With words that made them known : But thy vile race, Though thou didst learn, had that in't which good natures Could not abide to be with ; therefore wast thou Deservedly confin'd into this rock, Who hadst deserv'd more than a prison. Cal. You taught me language; and my profit on't Is, I...
Page 53 - I have broke your hest to say so. Fer. Admir'd Miranda ! Indeed, the top of admiration ; worth What's dearest to the world ! Full many a lady I have ey'd with best regard ; and many a time The harmony of their tongues hath into bondage Brought my too diligent ear : for several virtues Have I lik'd several women ; never any With so full soul, but some defect in her Did quarrel with the noblest grace she ow'd, And put it to the foil : but you, O you ! So perfect, and so peerless, are created Of every...
Page 86 - O ! wonder ! How many goodly creatures are there here ! How beauteous mankind is ! O brave new world, That has such people in't ! Pro.
Page 73 - The heaven such grace did lend her, That she might admired be. Is she kind as she is fair ? For beauty lives with kindness : Love doth to her eyes repair, To help him of his blindness ; And, being help'd, inhabits there. Then to Silvia let us sing, That Silvia is excelling : She excels each mortal thing, Upon the dull earth dwelling : To her let us garlands bring.
Page 8 - If by your art, my dearest father, you have Put the wild waters in this roar, allay them. The sky, it seems, would pour down stinking pitch, But that the sea, mounting to the welkin's cheek, Dashes the fire out.
Page 23 - would it had been done ! Thou didst prevent me ; I had peopled else This isle with Calibans. Pro. Abhorred slave ; Which any print of goodness will not take, Being capable of all ill ! I pitied thee, Took pains to make thee speak, taught thee each hour One thing or other : when thou didst not, savage, Know thine own meaning, but would'st gabble like A thing most brutish, I endow'd thy purposes With words that made them known...
Page 80 - twixt the green sea and the azur'd vault Set roaring war : to the dread rattling thunder Have I given fire, and rifted Jove's stout oak With his own bolt : the strong-bas'd promontory Have I made shake ; and by the spurs pluck'd up The pine and cedar : graves, at my command, Have wak'd their sleepers ; op'd, and let them forth By my so potent art...
Page 45 - 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. Legged like a man! and his fins like arms! Warm, o
Page 80 - 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.
Page 65 - O, it is monstrous! monstrous! Methought, the billows spoke, and told me of it; The winds did sing it to me; and the thunder, That deep and dreadful organ-pipe, pronounc'd The name of Prosper; it did bass my trespass. Therefore my son i" the ooze is bedded ; and I'll seek him deeper than e'er plummet sounded, And with him there lie mudded.