The works of Shakspere, revised from the best authorities: with a memoir and essay on his genius by Barry Cornwall: also annotations and remarks by many writers, illustr. with engr. from designs by K. Meadows, 第 2 卷 |
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... once her choppy finger laying Upon her skinny lips . You should be women , And yet your beards forbid me to interpret That you are so . Macb . Speak if you can : What are you ? 1st Witch . All hail , Macbeth ! hail to thee , thane of ...
... once her choppy finger laying Upon her skinny lips . You should be women , And yet your beards forbid me to interpret That you are so . Macb . Speak if you can : What are you ? 1st Witch . All hail , Macbeth ! hail to thee , thane of ...
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... once , good night : Stand not upon the order of your going , But go at once . Good night , and better health Len . Attend his majesty ! Lady M. A kind good night to all ! [ Exeunt Lords and Attendants . Macb . It will have blood , they ...
... once , good night : Stand not upon the order of your going , But go at once . Good night , and better health Len . Attend his majesty ! Lady M. A kind good night to all ! [ Exeunt Lords and Attendants . Macb . It will have blood , they ...
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... once the hedge - pig whined . 3rd Witch . Harper cries : - ' Tis time , ' tis time . 1st Witch . Round about the cauldron go ; All . All . In the poisoned entrails throw.- Toad , that under the cold stone , Days and nights hast thirty ...
... once the hedge - pig whined . 3rd Witch . Harper cries : - ' Tis time , ' tis time . 1st Witch . Round about the cauldron go ; All . All . In the poisoned entrails throw.- Toad , that under the cold stone , Days and nights hast thirty ...
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... once . [ Exit Rosse . L. Macd . Sirrah , your father's dead : And what will you do now ? how will you live ? Son . As birds do , mother . L. Macd . What , with worms and flies ? Son . With what I get , I mean ; and so do they . L. Macd ...
... once . [ Exit Rosse . L. Macd . Sirrah , your father's dead : And what will you do now ? how will you live ? Son . As birds do , mother . L. Macd . What , with worms and flies ? Son . With what I get , I mean ; and so do they . L. Macd ...
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... once , " Tis hard to reconcile . Enter a Doctor . Mal . Well ; more anon . - Comes the king forth , I pray you ? Doct . Ay , sir : there are a crew of wretched souls That stay his cure ; their malady convinces The great assay of art ...
... once , " Tis hard to reconcile . Enter a Doctor . Mal . Well ; more anon . - Comes the king forth , I pray you ? Doct . Ay , sir : there are a crew of wretched souls That stay his cure ; their malady convinces The great assay of art ...
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第168页 - Be not too tame neither, but let your own discretion be your tutor. Suit the action to the word, the word to the action; with this special observance, that you o'erstep not the modesty...
第534页 - The barge she sat in, like a burnish'd throne, Burn'd on the water ; the poop was beaten gold, Purple the sails, and so perfumed that The winds were love-sick with them, the oars were silver, Which to the tune of flutes kept stroke, and made The water which they beat to follow faster, As amorous of their strokes.
第488页 - I have not slept. Between the acting of a dreadful thing And the first motion, all the interim is Like a phantasma, or a hideous dream: The genius, and the mortal instruments, Are then in council; and the state of man, Like to a little kingdom, suffers then The nature of an insurrection.
第491页 - Cowards die many times before their deaths; The valiant never taste of death but once. Of all the wonders that I yet have heard, It seems to me most strange that men should fear; Seeing that death, a necessary end, Will come when it will come.
第323页 - This is the excellent foppery of the world, that, when we are sick in fortune, — often the surfeit of our own behaviour, — we make guilty of our disasters the sun, the moon, and the stars: as if we were villains by necessity; fools by heavenly compulsion; knaves, thieves, and treachers, by spherical predominance; drunkards, liars, and adulterers, by an enforced obedience of planetary influence; and all that we are evil in, by a divine thrusting on: an admirable evasion of whoremaster man, to...
第10页 - Hath borne his faculties so meek, hath been So clear in his great office, that his virtues Will plead like angels trumpet-tongued against The deep damnation of his taking-off; And pity, like a naked new-born babe, Striding the blast, or heaven's cherubim horsed Upon the sightless couriers of the air, Shall blow the horrid deed in every eye, That tears shall drown the wind.
第8页 - This supernatural soliciting Cannot be ill ; cannot be good : — If ill, Why hath it given me earnest of success, Commencing in a truth ? I am thane of Cawdor : If good, why do I yield to that suggestion Whose horrid image doth unfix my hair, And make my seated heart knock at my ribs, • Against the use of nature ? Present fears Are less than horrible imaginings : My thought, whose murder yet is but fantastical, Shakes so my single state of man, that function Is smother'd in surmise ; and nothing...
第501页 - tis his will : Let but the commons hear this testament, (Which, pardon me, I do not mean to read) And they would go and kiss dead Caesar's wounds, And dip their napkins in his sacred blood ; Yea, beg a hair of him for memory, And, dying, mention it within their wills, Bequeathing it, as a rich legacy, Unto their issue.
第168页 - O! it offends me to the soul to hear a robustious periwig-pated fellow tear a passion to tatters, to very rags, to split the ears of the groundlings, who for the most part are capable of nothing but inexplicable dumb shows and noise: I would have such a fellow whipped for o'erdoing Termagant; it out-herods Herod: pray you, avoid it.
第13页 - Is this a dagger which I see before me, The handle toward my hand ? Come, let me clutch thee. I have thee not, and yet I see thee still. Art thou not, fatal vision, sensible To feeling as to sight ? or art thou but A dagger of the mind, a false creation, Proceeding from the heat-oppressed brain ? I see thee yet, in form as palpable As this which now I draw. Thou marshall'st me the way that I was going ; And such an instrument I was to use. Mine eyes are made the fools o...