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The Tempest (Act 5, Scene 1)

June 11, 2014
The Tempest (Act 5, Scene 1)

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 […]

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