欧宝娱乐

“At this hour
Lie at my mercy all mine enemies.”
― William Shakespeare, The Tempest

“Ye elves of hills, brooks, standing lakes and groves,
And ye that on the sands with printless foot
Do chase the ebbing Neptune and do fly him
When he comes back; you demi-puppets that
By moonshine 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 bedimm鈥檇
The noontide sun, call鈥檇 forth the mutinous winds,
And 鈥榯wixt the green sea and the azured vault
Set roaring war: to the dread rattling thunder
Have I given fire and rifted Jove鈥檚 stout oak
With his own bolt; the strong-based promontory
Have I made shake and by the spurs pluck鈥檇 up
The pine and cedar: graves at my command
Have waked their sleepers, oped, and let 鈥榚m forth
By my so potent art. But this rough magic
I here abjure, and, when I have required
Some heavenly music, which even now I do,
To work mine end upon their senses that
This airy charm is for, I鈥檒l break my staff,
Bury it certain fathoms in the earth,
And deeper than did ever plummet sound
I鈥檒l drown my book.”
― William Shakespeare, The Tempest

“Thou shalt be free
As mountain winds: but then exactly do
All points of my command.”
― William Shakespeare, The Tempest

“For this, be sure, tonight thou shalt have cramps,
Side-stitches that shall pen thy breath up. Urchins
Shall forth at vast of night that they may work
All exercise on thee. Thou shalt be pinched
As thick as honeycomb, each pinch more stinging
Than bees that made 'em.”
― William Shakespeare, The Tempest

“Thou poisonous slave, got by the devil himself
Upon thy wicked dam”
― William Shakespeare, The Tempest

“Thou most lying slave,
Whom stripes may move, not kindness!”
― William Shakespeare, The Tempest

“Then to the elements be free...”
― William Shakespeare, The Tempest

“Come, thou tortoise!”
― William Shakespeare

“It would be like Prospero鈥檚 island, but in a good way: not a country of exile, a model world, safe and peaceful and private. A magician鈥檚 land.”
― Lev Grossman, The Magician's Land

“PROSPERO: Veseo budi. Na拧a zabava
Svr拧ena je sada. Na拧i su igra膷i
Duhovi bili, i i拧膷ezli su sad
U nevidljivi vazduh. Ko nesu拧tastveno
Tkivo te vizije, tako 膰e i kule
Visoke, i divni dvorci, i sve膷ani
Hramovi, i sama lopta zemljina,
I sve na njoj, nestati ko ova
I拧膷ezla, nestvarna povorka, i ne膰e
Za sobom nikakav ostaviti trag.
Mi smo gra膽a od koje se prave
Snovi, i na拧 mali 啪ivot nam je snom
Zaokru啪en. (...)”
― Vilijam 艩ekspir