The Plays of William Shakespeare : Accurately Printed from the Text of the Corrected Copy Left by the Late George Steevens: With a Series of Engravings, from Original Designs of Henry Fuseli, and a Selection of Explanatory and Historical Notes, from the Most Eminent Commentators; a History of the Stage, a Life of Shakespeare, &c. by Alexander Chalmers, 第 2 卷F.C. and J. Rivington, 1805 |
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... Doth oft close in pollution , yet of thee I will believe , thou hast a mind that suits With this thy fair and outward character . I pray thee , and I'll pay thee bounteously , Conceal me what I am ; and be my aid For such disguise as ...
... Doth oft close in pollution , yet of thee I will believe , thou hast a mind that suits With this thy fair and outward character . I pray thee , and I'll pay thee bounteously , Conceal me what I am ; and be my aid For such disguise as ...
第18页
... doth he not mend ? Mal . Yes ; and shall do , till the pangs of death shake him : Infirmity , that decays the wise , doth ever make the better fool . Clo . God send you , sir , a speedy infirmity , for the better encreasing your folly ...
... doth he not mend ? Mal . Yes ; and shall do , till the pangs of death shake him : Infirmity , that decays the wise , doth ever make the better fool . Clo . God send you , sir , a speedy infirmity , for the better encreasing your folly ...
第31页
... doth know . Sir And . Excellent good , i'faith . Sir To . Good , good . Clo . What is love ? ' tis not hereafter ; Present mirth hath present laughter ; What's to come , is still unsure : In delay there lies no plenty ; Then come kiss ...
... doth know . Sir And . Excellent good , i'faith . Sir To . Good , good . Clo . What is love ? ' tis not hereafter ; Present mirth hath present laughter ; What's to come , is still unsure : In delay there lies no plenty ; Then come kiss ...
第38页
... doth fall that very hour . Vio . And so they are : alas , that they are so ; To die , even when they to perfection grow ! Re - enter CURIO , and Clown . Duke . O fellow , come , the song we had last night : - Mark it , Cesario ; it is ...
... doth fall that very hour . Vio . And so they are : alas , that they are so ; To die , even when they to perfection grow ! Re - enter CURIO , and Clown . Duke . O fellow , come , the song we had last night : - Mark it , Cesario ; it is ...
第40页
... doth give my heart : no woman's heart So big , to hold so much ; they lack retention . Alas , their love may be call'd appetite , - No motion of the liver , but the palate , - That suffer surfeit , cloyment , and revolt ; But mine is ...
... doth give my heart : no woman's heart So big , to hold so much ; they lack retention . Alas , their love may be call'd appetite , - No motion of the liver , but the palate , - That suffer surfeit , cloyment , and revolt ; But mine is ...
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第326页 - Since once I sat upon a promontory, And heard a mermaid, on a dolphin's back, Uttering such dulcet and harmonious breath, That the rude sea grew civil at her song ; And certain stars shot madly from their spheres, To hear the sea-maid's music.
第148页 - Ay, but to die, and go we know not where ; To lie in cold obstruction, and to rot ; This sensible warm motion to become A kneaded clod ; and the delighted spirit To bathe in fiery floods, or to reside In thrilling regions of thick-ribbed ice ; To be imprison'd in the viewless...
第129页 - Alas ! alas ! Why, all the souls that were, were forfeit once; And He that might the vantage best have took, Found out the remedy: How would you be, If he, which is the top of judgment, should But judge you as you are? O, think on that; And mercy then will breathe within your lips, Like man new made.
第239页 - Sigh, no more, ladies, sigh no more, Men were deceivers ever ; One foot in sea, and one on shore ; To one thing constant never : Then sigh not so, But let them go, And be you blithe and bonny ; Converting all your sounds of woe Into Hey nonny, nonny.
第102页 - Heaven doth with us, as we with torches do; Not light them for themselves: for if our virtues Did not go forth of us, 'twere all alike As if we had them not.
第39页 - Come away, come away, death, And in sad cypress let me be laid ; Fly away, fly away, breath ; I am slain by a fair cruel maid. My shroud of white, stuck all with yew, O, prepare it ! My part of death, no one so true Did share it. Not a flower, not a flower sweet, On my black coffin let there be strown ; Not a friend, not a friend greet My poor corpse, where my bones shall be thrown : A thousand thousand sighs to save, Lay me, O, where Sad true lover never find my grave, To weep there ! Duke.
第369页 - The eye of man hath not heard, the ear of man hath not seen ; man's hand is not able to taste, his tongue to conceive, nor his heart to report, what my dream was.
第5页 - If music be the food of love, play on ; Give me excess of it, that, surfeiting, The appetite may sicken, and so die. That strain again ! it had a dying fall : O ! it came o'er my ear like the sweet sound That breathes upon a bank of violets, Stealing and giving odour.
第41页 - A blank, my lord. She never told her love, But let concealment, like a worm i' the bud, Feed on her damask cheek : she pin'd in thought, And with a green and yellow melancholy, She sat like Patience on a monument, Smiling at grief.
第31页 - O mistress mine, where are you roaming ? O, stay and hear; your true love's coming, That can sing both high and low: Trip no further, pretty sweeting; Journeys end in lovers meeting, Every wise man's son doth know.