The Plays of Shakspeare: Printed from the Text of Samuel Johnson, George Steevens, and Isaac Reed, 第 2 卷Longman, Hurst, Rees, and Orme, 1807 |
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第18页
... brother - in - law , the foolish Mortimer ; Who , on my soul , hath wilfully betray'd The lives of those , that he did lead to fight Against the great magician , damn'd Glendower ; Whose daughter 18 ACT I. FIRST PART OF.
... brother - in - law , the foolish Mortimer ; Who , on my soul , hath wilfully betray'd The lives of those , that he did lead to fight Against the great magician , damn'd Glendower ; Whose daughter 18 ACT I. FIRST PART OF.
第20页
... this ingrate and canker'd Bolingbroke . North . Brother , the king hath made your nephew mad . [ To WOR . Wor . Who struck this heat up , after I was gone ? Hot . He will , forsooth , have all my 20 ACT I. FIRST PART OF.
... this ingrate and canker'd Bolingbroke . North . Brother , the king hath made your nephew mad . [ To WOR . Wor . Who struck this heat up , after I was gone ? Hot . He will , forsooth , have all my 20 ACT I. FIRST PART OF.
第21页
... brother , then his cheek look'd pale : And on my face he turn'd an eye of death , Trembling even at the name of Mortimer . Wor . I cannot blame him : Was he not proclaim'd By Richard , that dead is , the next of blood ? North . He was ...
... brother , then his cheek look'd pale : And on my face he turn'd an eye of death , Trembling even at the name of Mortimer . Wor . I cannot blame him : Was he not proclaim'd By Richard , that dead is , the next of blood ? North . He was ...
第25页
... brother's death at Bristol , the lord Scroop . I speak not this in estimation , As what I think might be , but what I know Is ruminated , plotted , and set down ; And only stays but to behold the face Of that occasion , that shall bring ...
... brother's death at Bristol , the lord Scroop . I speak not this in estimation , As what I think might be , but what I know Is ruminated , plotted , and set down ; And only stays but to behold the face Of that occasion , that shall bring ...
第26页
... brother : we shall thrive , I trust . Hot . Uncle , adieu : -O , let the hours be short , Till fields , and blows , and groans applaud our sport ! [ Exeunt . ACT II . SCENE I. - Rochester . An Inn 26 ACT I. FIRST PART OF.
... brother : we shall thrive , I trust . Hot . Uncle , adieu : -O , let the hours be short , Till fields , and blows , and groans applaud our sport ! [ Exeunt . ACT II . SCENE I. - Rochester . An Inn 26 ACT I. FIRST PART OF.
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第169页 - O gentle Sleep, Nature's soft nurse, how have I frighted thee, That thou no more wilt weigh my eyelids down. And steep my senses in forgetfulness ! Why, rather, Sleep, liest thou in smoky cribs, Upon uneasy pallets stretching thee, And hush'd with buzzing night-flies to thy slumber ; Than in the perfumed chambers of the great...
第169页 - How many thousand of my poorest subjects Are at this hour asleep ! — Sleep, gentle sleep, Nature's soft nurse, how have I frighted thee, That thou no more wilt weigh my eyelids down, And steep my senses in forgetfulness...
第83页 - I saw young Harry, with his beaver on, His cuisses on his thighs, gallantly arm'd, Rise from the ground like feather'd Mercury, And vaulted with such ease into his seat, As if an angel dropp'd down from the clouds, To turn and wind a fiery Pegasus' And witch the world with noble horsemanship.
第279页 - Once more unto the breach, dear friends, once more ; Or close the wall up with our English dead ! In peace, there's nothing so becomes a man, As modest stillness and humility ; But when the blast of war blows in our ears, Then imitate the action of the tiger ; Stiffen the sinews, summon up the blood, Disguise fair nature with hard-favored rage.
第108页 - When that this body did contain a spirit, A kingdom for it was too small a bound ; But now two paces of the vilest earth Is room enough : — this earth that bears thee dead Bears not alive so stout a gentleman.
第98页 - Tis not due yet; I would be loath to pay him before his day. What need I be so forward with him that calls not on me? Well, 'tis no matter; Honour pricks me on. Yea, but how if honour prick me off when I come on, how then ? Can honour set to a leg ? No. Or an arm ? No. Or take away the grief of a wound? No. Honour hath no skill in surgery then ? No. What is honour? A word. What is in that word, honour ? What is that honour ? Air. A trim reckoning ! — Who hath it ? He that died o
第169页 - ning clamour in the slippery clouds, That, with the hurly, death itself awakes? Canst thou, O partial sleep ! give thy repose To the wet sea-boy in an hour so rude; And in the calmest and most stillest night, With all appliances and means to boot, Deny it to a king?
第279页 - Disguise fair nature with hard-favour'd rage; Then lend the eye a terrible aspect; Let it pry through the portage of the head Like the brass cannon: let the brow o'erwhelm it As fearfully as doth a galled rock O'erhang and jutty his confounded base, Swill'd with the wild and wasteful ocean.
第241页 - On this unworthy scaffold, to bring forth So great an object: Can this cockpit hold The vasty fields of France ? or may we cram Within this wooden O, the very casques, That did affright the air at Agincourt ? O, pardon!
第341页 - Like to the senators of the antique Rome, With the plebeians swarming at their heels, — Go forth, and fetch their conquering Caesar in : As, by a lower but by loving likelihood, Were now the general of our gracious empress (As in good time he may) from Ireland coming, Bringing rebellion broached on his sword, How many would the peaceful city quit, To welcome him ! much more, and much more cause, Did they this Harry.