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I ' ll show thee every fertile inch o ' the island ; and I will kiss thy foot : I pr ' ythee ,
be my god . Trin . By this light , a most perfidious and drunken monster ! when his
god ' s asleep , he ' ll rob his bottle . Cal . I ' ll kiss thy foot : I ' ll swear myself thy ...
I ' ll show thee every fertile inch o ' the island ; and I will kiss thy foot : I pr ' ythee ,
be my god . Trin . By this light , a most perfidious and drunken monster ! when his
god ' s asleep , he ' ll rob his bottle . Cal . I ' ll kiss thy foot : I ' ll swear myself thy ...
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I ' ll show thee the best springs ; I ' ll pluck thee berries ; I ' ll fish for thee , and get
thee wood enough . A plague upon the tyrant that I serve ! I ' ll bear him no more
sticks , but follow thee , Thou wondrous man . Trin . A most ridiculous monster ...
I ' ll show thee the best springs ; I ' ll pluck thee berries ; I ' ll fish for thee , and get
thee wood enough . A plague upon the tyrant that I serve ! I ' ll bear him no more
sticks , but follow thee , Thou wondrous man . Trin . A most ridiculous monster ...
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Fer . O , most dear mistress ! The sun will set , before I shall discharge What I
must strive to do . Mira . If you ' ll sit down , I ' ll bear your logs the while : Pray ,
give me that ; I ' ll carry it to the pile . Fer . No , precious creature : I ' d rather crack
my ...
Fer . O , most dear mistress ! The sun will set , before I shall discharge What I
must strive to do . Mira . If you ' ll sit down , I ' ll bear your logs the while : Pray ,
give me that ; I ' ll carry it to the pile . Fer . No , precious creature : I ' d rather crack
my ...
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I am your wife , if you will marry me ; If not , I ' ll die your maid : to be your fellow ?
You may deny me ; but I ' ll be your servant , Whether you will or no . Fer . My
mistress , dearest , And I thus humble ever . My husband then ? Mira . Fer . Ay ,
with ...
I am your wife , if you will marry me ; If not , I ' ll die your maid : to be your fellow ?
You may deny me ; but I ' ll be your servant , Whether you will or no . Fer . My
mistress , dearest , And I thus humble ever . My husband then ? Mira . Fer . Ay ,
with ...
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Let me lick thy shoe : I ' ll not serve him , he is not valiant . Trin . Thou liest , most
ignorant monster : I am in case to justle a constable : Why , thou debosh ' d ? fish
thou , was there ever man a coward , that hath drunk so much sack as I to - day ?
Let me lick thy shoe : I ' ll not serve him , he is not valiant . Trin . Thou liest , most
ignorant monster : I am in case to justle a constable : Why , thou debosh ' d ? fish
thou , was there ever man a coward , that hath drunk so much sack as I to - day ?
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Seite 104 - tis true, I must be here confin'd by you, Or sent to Naples : Let me not, Since I have my dukedom got, And pardon'd the deceiver, dwell In this bare island, by your spell ; But release me from my bands, With the help of your good hands ', 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....
Seite 92 - 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.
Seite 331 - If all the world and love were young, And truth in every shepherd's tongue, These pretty pleasures might me move To live with thee and be thy Love.
Seite xxviii - For whilst, to the shame of slow-endeavouring art, Thy easy numbers flow, and that each heart • Hath, from the leaves of thy unvalued book, Those Delphic lines with deep impression took, Then thou, our fancy of itself bereaving, Dost make us marble, with too much conceiving ; And, so sepulchred in such pomp dost lie, That kings for such a tomb would wish to die.
Seite 72 - 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.
Seite 93 - 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.
Seite 93 - 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.
Seite 92 - Is to make midnight mushrooms, that rejoice To hear the solemn curfew; by whose aid, Weak masters though ye be, I have bedimm'd The noontide sun, call'd forth the mutinous winds, And 'twixt the green sea and the azur'd vault Set roaring war...
Seite 77 - 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.
Seite 92 - By moon-shine 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 ; by whose aid (Weak masters though ye be,) I have be-dimm'd The noon-tide sun, call'd forth the mutinous winds, And...
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| Titel | The Works of Shakespeare: the Text Carefully Restored According to the First Editions: Editor's preface; Didication; Commendatory verses; Tempest; Two gentlemen of Verona; Merry wives of Windsor; Twelfth night Band 1 von The Works of Shakespeare: the Text Carefully Restored According to the First Editions, Samuel Weller Singer |
| Autor/in | William Shakespeare |
| Herausgeber | Henry Norman Hudson, Samuel Weller Singer |
| Verlag | J. Munroe, 1851 |
| Original von | Harvard University |
| Digitalisiert | 6. Febr. 2008 |
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