ALON ANTONIO ARIEL awake bear BOATS Boatswain bottle brave bring brother Caliban cam'st cell charms comfort command daughter dear dost doth drop drown duke of Milan dukedom e'er earth Enter Exeunt Exit eyes father FERDINAND Follow foul further garments give GONZALO hand hang Hark hath hear heart heavens hence hither honour hour I'll island isle keep kind king king's light live look lord lost mariners master mind MIRA MIRANDA monster Naples nature never once play poor pray present PROSPERO Re-enter remember rest SCENE SEBASTIAN ship sing slave sleep soul speak spirit stand Stephano strange tell thee There's thine thing thou art thou didst thou hast TRIN Trinculo true wast winds
PÓgina 36 - 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.
PÓgina 17 - 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 I find my zenith doth depend upon A most auspicious star ; whose influence If now I court not, but omit, my fortunes, 'Will ever after droop.
PÓgina 75 - 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.
PÓgina 83 - O, wonder! How many goodly creatures are there here ! How beauteous mankind is ! O brave new world, That has such people in't ! Pros.
PÓgina 37 - All things in common, nature should produce Without sweat or endeavour : treason, felony, Sword, pike, knife, gun, or need of any engine, Would I not have ; but nature should bring forth, Of its own kind, all foison, all abundance, To feed my innocent people.
PÓgina 27 - Full fathom five thy father lies ; Of his bones are coral made ; Those are pearls that were his eyes : Nothing of him that doth fade, But doth suffer a sea-change Into something rich and strange. Sea-nymphs hourly ring his knell : Burden, Ding-dong. Hark ! now I hear them, — ding-dong, bell.
PÓgina 58 - 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...
PÓgina 24 - This island's mine, by Sycorax my mother, Which thou tak'st from me. When thou eamest first, Thou strok'dst me, and mad'st much of me ; wouldst give me Water with berries in't ; and teach me how To name the bigger light, and how the less, That burn by day and night : and then I loved thee, And show'd thee all the qualities o...