The Plays and Poems of W. Shakespeare; With a Life. Glossarial Notes. and One Hundred and Seventy Illustrations from the Plates in Boydell's Editions. in Fifteen Volumes
This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can usually download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1852 edition. Excerpt: ...fire, and cracks Of sulphurous roaring, the most mighty Neptune Seem'd to besiege, and make his bold waves tremble, Yea, his dread trident shake. t 1 All his confederates; all who are of the same profession. 2 The part between the quarter-deck and the forecastle. Pro. My brave spirit! Who was so firm, so constant, that this coil1 Would not infect his reason? But felt a fever of the mad,2 and play'd Some tricks of desperation: All, but mariners, Plunged in the foaming brine, and quit the vessel, Then all a-fire with me: the king's son, Ferdinand, With hair up-staring, (then like reeds, not hair) Was the first man that leap'd; cried, 'Hell is empty, And all the devils are here.' Pro. Why, that's my spirit'. But was not this nigh shore? Ari. Close by, my master. Pro. But are they, Ariel, safe? Ari. Not a hair perish'd; On their sustaining garments not a blemish, But fresher than before: and, as thou badest me, In troops I have dispersed them 'bout the isle: The king's son have I landed by himself; Whom I left cooling of the air with sighs, In an odd angle of the isle, and sitting, His arms in this sad knot.3 Pro. Of the king's ship, The mariners, say, how thou hast disposed, And all the rest o' the fleet? 1 Bustle, tumult. 5 Not a soul but felt such a fever as madmen feel, when the frantic fit is on them. 3 Folded. Ari. Safely in harbor Is the king's ship; in the deep nook, where once Thou call'dst me up at midnight to fetch dew From the still-vex'd Bermoothes,1 there she's hid: The mariners all under hatches stow'd; Whom, with a charm join'd to their suffer'd labor, I have left asleep: and for the rest o' the fleet, Which I dispersed, they all have met again; And are upon the Mediterranean note,2 Bound sadly home for Naples; Supposing that...
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