the play the tempest staging artist
    ,
steph
men of ind
misery aquaints a man with strange bedfellows
princess bride book?
no, noble mistress, 'tis fresh morning with me when you are by at night. i do beseech you--chiefly that i might set it in my prayers--what is your name?
save, from my glass mine own
for your sake
am i this patient log-man
i am a fool
to weep at what i am glad of
do you love me?
deboshed fish thou moon-calf bite him to death'
withal
shaks true love
the poor monster's my subject and he shall not suffer indignity
if you trouble him any more by this hand i will supplant some of your teeth
"shall
pied ninny
do i so? -take thou that.
    cut his wezand
non pareil
if the other two be brained like us, the state totters
dost thou like the plot trinculo?
excellent
jocund
iris
thought is free
tabour
where i shall have my music for nothing trinculo
lakin -child's toy, or by our lady
~
on the curl'd clouds
to ride
cried
    Hell is empty And all the devils are here
Why that's my spirit!
The kings son
    ,vhom I left cooling of the air with sighs
It must needs be
Proserp
This blue-eyed hag
A freckled whelp hag-born not honour'd with human shape
Ariel like a water nymph
Burthen bow-wow
Ariel's song
the little mermaid a book?
Paragon
~
Dido & Anaeas
Tunis is Carthage
all foison
Gonzalo's utopia
Antonio, Sebastian, Rosencrantz
Guildenstern
and most
chirurgeonly
What strange fish hath made his meal on thee?
lest too light winnings make the prize light
Thou dost snore distinctly: There's meaning to they snores
Claribel Miranda
Chough marmoset methinks I do
 
doit-
 
 
 
 
~
this
will
shake
your
shaking
Monseiur Monster

 

r "
to soft musid
Do not smile at me that r boast her off,
For thou shalft find she will outstrip all praise And make it halt behind her.
Ay, with a twinkle
bosky
Cutting the clouds towards
And, like the baseless fabric of this vision, The cloud-capped towers, the gorgeous palaces, The solemn templs, the great globe itself,
Ye all which it inherit, shall dissolve
And, like this insubstantial pageant faded, Leave not a rack behind. We are such stuff As dreams are made on, and our little life
Is rounded with asleep.
This is the time of our catch, played by the picture of Nobody
that, when I waked,
I cried to dream again
abjure
Ariel like a harpy

Exposed into the sea
Coragio
varlets plummet
Naiads, of the windring brooks
glistering
~