The Two Noble Kinsmen, 第 70 卷

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第 58 頁 - Ecstasy ! My pulse, as yours, doth temperately keep time, And makes as healthful music : it is not madness That I have utter'd : bring me to the test, And I the matter will re-word, which madness Would gambol from.
第 29 頁 - Why is my verse so barren of new pride? So far from variation or quick change? Why, with the time, do I not glance aside To new-found methods and to compounds strange? Why write I still all one, ever the same, And keep invention in a noted weed. That every word doth almost tell my name, Showing their birth, and where they did proceed?
第 31 頁 - You common cry of curs ! whose breath I hate > As reek o' the rotten fens, whose loves I prize As the dead carcasses of unburied men That do corrupt my air, I banish you...
第 45 頁 - Thy mistress is o' the brothel! Son of sixteen, Pluck the lin'd crutch from thy old limping sire, With it beat out his brains! Piety, and fear, Religion to the gods, peace, justice, truth, Domestic awe, night-rest and neighbourhood, Instruction, manners, mysteries and trades, Degrees, observances, customs and laws, Decline to your confounding contraries, And let confusion live!
第 60 頁 - With a more riotous appetite. Down from the waist they are centaurs, though women all above : but to the girdle do the gods inherit, beneath is all the fiends' ; there's hell, there's darkness, there is the sulphurous pit, burning, scalding, stench, consumption.
第 42 頁 - Which, every innocent wots well, comes in Like old importment's bastard — has this end, That the true love 'tween maid and maid may be More than in sex dividual.
第 15 頁 - The Two Noble Kinsmen : Presented at the Blackfriers by the Kings Maiesties servants, with great applause : Written by the memorable Worthies of their time ; !Mr. John Fletcher, and Mr. William Shakespeare. Printed at London by Tho. Cotes, for lohn Waterson : and are to be sold at the signe of the Crowne in Pauls Church-yard. 1634.
第 47 頁 - Yet, cousin, Even from the bottom of these miseries, From all that Fortune can inflict upon us, I see two comforts rising, two mere blessings, If the gods please to hold here, — a brave patience, And the enjoying of our griefs together.
第 162 頁 - Why doth the crown lie there, upon his pillow, Being so troublesome a bedfellow ? O polish'd perturbation ! golden care ! That keep'st the ports of slumber open wide To many a watchful night, sleep with it now ! Yet not so sound, and half so deeply sweet, As he, whose brow with homely biggin bound, Snores out the watch of night.
第 84 頁 - My love is as a fever, longing still For that which longer nurseth the disease; Feeding on that which doth preserve the ill, The uncertain sickly appetite to please. My reason, the physician to my love, Angry that his prescriptions are not kept, Hath left me, and I desperate now approve Desire is death, which physic did except. Past cure I am, now reason is past care, And frantic-mad with evermore unrest...

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