The Works of William Shakespeare, 第 1 卷Bickers and Son, 1864 |
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... thee , my dear one ! thee , my daughter ! ) who Art ignorant of what thou art , naught knowing Of whence I am ; nor that I am more better Than Prospero , master of a full poor cell , And thy no greater father . Mira . More to know ' Tis ...
... thee , my dear one ! thee , my daughter ! ) who Art ignorant of what thou art , naught knowing Of whence I am ; nor that I am more better Than Prospero , master of a full poor cell , And thy no greater father . Mira . More to know ' Tis ...
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... thee worthy service ; Told thee no lies , made no mistakings , serv'd Without or grudge or grumblings : thou didst promise To bate me a full year . Pro . Dost thou forget No. From what a torment I did free thee ? Ari . Pro . Thou dost ...
... thee worthy service ; Told thee no lies , made no mistakings , serv'd Without or grudge or grumblings : thou didst promise To bate me a full year . Pro . Dost thou forget No. From what a torment I did free thee ? Ari . Pro . Thou dost ...
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... thee , By help of her more potent ministers , And in her most unmitigable rage , Into a cloven pine ; within which rift Imprison'd , thou didst painfully remain A dozen years ; within which space she died , And left thee there ; where ...
... thee , By help of her more potent ministers , And in her most unmitigable rage , Into a cloven pine ; within which rift Imprison'd , thou didst painfully remain A dozen years ; within which space she died , And left thee there ; where ...
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William Shakespeare Charles Cowden Clarke, Mary Cowden Clarke. And peg thee in his knotty entrails , till Thou hast howl'd away twelve winters . Ari . I will be correspondent to command , And do my spriting gently . Pro . I will discharge ...
William Shakespeare Charles Cowden Clarke, Mary Cowden Clarke. And peg thee in his knotty entrails , till Thou hast howl'd away twelve winters . Ari . I will be correspondent to command , And do my spriting gently . Pro . I will discharge ...
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... thee : thou shalt be pinch'd As thick as honey - comb , each pinch more stinging Than bees that made them . Cal . I ... thee , And show'd thee all the qualities o ' th ' isle , The fresh springs , brine - pits , barren place and fertile ...
... thee : thou shalt be pinch'd As thick as honey - comb , each pinch more stinging Than bees that made them . Cal . I ... thee , And show'd thee all the qualities o ' th ' isle , The fresh springs , brine - pits , barren place and fertile ...
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第 554 頁 - ho ! sing, heigh, ho ! unto the green holly : Most friendship is feigning, most loving mere folly : Then, heigh, ho ! the holly ! This life is most jolly. Freeze, freeze, thou bitter sky, That dost not bite so nigh As benefits forgot: Though thou the waters warp, Thy sting is not so sharp, As friend
第 519 頁 - sweet the moonlight sleeps upon this bank .' Here will we sit, and let the sounds of music Creep in our ears: soft stillness, and the night, Become the touches of sweet harmony. Sit, Jessica : look, how the floor of heaven Is thick inlaid with patines of bright gold : There 's not the smallest orb
第 liv 頁 - which good natures Could not abide to be with; therefore wast thou Deservedly confin'd into this rock, Who hadst deserv'd more than a prison. Cal. You taught me language ; and my profit on't Is, I know how to curse. The red plague rid you, For learning me your language ! Pro. Hag-seed, hence! To answer other business.
第 xii 頁 - I loved the man, and do honour his memory (on this side idolatry) as much as any. He was indeed honest, and of an open and free nature; had an excellent fancy, brave notions, and gentle expressions, wherein he flowed with that facility, that sometimes it was necessary he should be stopped.
第 424 頁 - Ye spotted snakes, with double tongue. Thorny hedge-hogs, be not seen ; Newts, and blind-worms, do no wrong ; Come not near our fairy queen : Chorus. Philomel, with melody, Sing in our sweet lullaby ; Lulla, lulla, lullaby ; lulla, lulla, lullaby : Never harm, Nor spell nor charm, Come our lovely lady nigh ; So, good night, with lullaby. i
第 l 頁 - ARIEL. Ari. All hail, great master! grave Sir, hail! I come To answer thy best pleasure ; be't to fly, To swim, to dive into the fire, to ride On the curl'd clouds : to thy strong bidding task Ariel, and all his quality. Pro. Hast thou, spirit, Perform'd to point the tempest that I bade thee
第 519 頁 - an angel sings, Still quiring to the young-ey'd cherubins,— Such harmony is in immortal souls ; But whilst this muddy vesture of decay Doth grossly close it in, we cannot hear it. Enter Musicians. Come, ho ! and wake Diana with a hymn : With sweetest touches pierce your mistress' ear, And draw her home with music.
第 542 頁 - That their discharge did stretch his leathern coat Almost to bursting; and the big round tears Cours'd one another down his innocent nose In piteous chase; and thus the hairy fool, Much marked of the melancholy Jaques, Stood on the extremest verge of the swift brook, Augmenting it with tears. Duke S. But what said Jaques
第 584 頁 - In the spring time, the only pretty ring time, When birds do sing, hey ding a ding, ding: Sweet lovers love the spring. Between the acres of the rye, With a hey, and a ho, and a hey nonino, These pretty country folks would lie, In the spring time, &c. This carol they began that hour,
第 431 頁 - night tapers crop their waxen thighs, And light them at the fiery glow-worm's eyes, To have my love to bed, and to arise ; And pluck the wings from painted butterflies, To fan the moon-beams from his sleeping eyes: Nod to him, elves, and do him courtesies. Peas. Hail, mortal! Cob. Hail! Moth. Hail! Mus. Hail!