William Shakspeare's Complete Works, Dramatic and Poetic, 第 2 卷 |
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Nor men, nor money, hath he to make war. Char. Sound, sound alarum; we will
rush on ena. Now for the honour of the forlorn French:Him I forgive my death, that
killeth me, When he sees me go back one foot, or fly. [Ere. -Alarums; excursions ...
Nor men, nor money, hath he to make war. Char. Sound, sound alarum; we will
rush on ena. Now for the honour of the forlorn French:Him I forgive my death, that
killeth me, When he sees me go back one foot, or fly. [Ere. -Alarums; excursions ...
第 10 頁
Ne'er trust me then; for, when a world of inen Could not prevail with all their
oratory, Yet hath a woman's kindness over-rul'd:— And therefore tell her, I return
great thanks; And in submission will attend on her.— Will not your honours bear
me ...
Ne'er trust me then; for, when a world of inen Could not prevail with all their
oratory, Yet hath a woman's kindness over-rul'd:— And therefore tell her, I return
great thanks; And in submission will attend on her.— Will not your honours bear
me ...
第 16 頁
Either she hath bewitch'd me with h. words, Or nature makes me suddenly relent.
... When Talbot hath set footing once in France, And fashion'd thee that
instrument of ill, Who then, but English Henry, will be lord, And thou be thrust out,
like a ...
Either she hath bewitch'd me with h. words, Or nature makes me suddenly relent.
... When Talbot hath set footing once in France, And fashion'd thee that
instrument of ill, Who then, but English Henry, will be lord, And thou be thrust out,
like a ...
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The sword of Orleans hath not made me smart, Thesewords of yoursdrawlife-
blood from my heart: On that advantage, bought with such a shame §: save a
paltry life, and slay bright fame,) fore young Talbot from old Talbot fly, The coward
horse ...
The sword of Orleans hath not made me smart, Thesewords of yoursdrawlife-
blood from my heart: On that advantage, bought with such a shame §: save a
paltry life, and slay bright fame,) fore young Talbot from old Talbot fly, The coward
horse ...
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Pardon me, gracious lord; Some sudden qualm hath struck me at the heart, And
dimm'd mine eyes, that I can read no further. K. Hen. Uncle of Winchester, I pray,
read on. Win. Item,--It is further agreed between them, —that the duchies of ...
Pardon me, gracious lord; Some sudden qualm hath struck me at the heart, And
dimm'd mine eyes, that I can read no further. K. Hen. Uncle of Winchester, I pray,
read on. Win. Item,--It is further agreed between them, —that the duchies of ...
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第 437 頁 - Why, look you now, how unworthy a thing you make of me ! You would play upon me ; you would seem to know my stops ; you would pluck out the heart of my mystery ; you would sound me from my lowest note to the top of my compass : and there is much music, excellent voice, in this little organ ; yet cannot you make it speak. 'Sblood, do you think I am easier to be played on than a pipe ? Call me what instrument you will, though you can fret me, you cannot play upon me.
第 386 頁 - I'll kneel down And ask of thee forgiveness: so we'll live, And pray, and sing, and tell old tales, and laugh At gilded butterflies, and hear poor rogues Talk of court news; and we'll talk with them too, — Who loses and who wins; who's in, who's out; — And take...
第 242 頁 - And will, no doubt, with reasons answer you. I come not, friends, to steal away your hearts : I am no orator, as Brutus is ; But, as you know me all, a plain blunt man, That love my friend ; and that they know full well That gave me public leave to speak of him : For I have neither wit...
第 408 頁 - It was the lark , the herald of the morn , No nightingale: look, love, what envious streaks Do lace the severing clouds in yonder east: Night's candles are burnt out, and jocund day Stands tiptoe on the misty mountain tops. I must be gone and live, or stay and die.
第 135 頁 - Corruption wins not more than honesty. Still in thy right hand carry gentle peace, To silence envious tongues. Be just, and fear not : Let all the ends thou aim'st at be thy country's, Thy God's, and truth's : then, if thou fall'st...
第 85 頁 - Why, I, in this weak piping time of peace, Have no delight to pass away the time, Unless to spy my shadow in the sun And descant on mine own deformity; And therefore, since I cannot prove a lover, To entertain these fair well-spoken days, I am determined to prove a villain And hate the idle pleasures of these days.
第 134 頁 - O, how wretched Is that poor man, that hangs on princes' favours ! There is, betwixt that smile we would aspire to, That sweet aspect of princes, and their ruin,* More pangs and fears than wars or women have ; And when he falls, he falls like Lucifer, Never to hope again.
第 66 頁 - God! methinks it were a happy life, To be no better than a homely swain; To sit upon a hill, as I do now, To carve out dials quaintly, point by point, Thereby to see the minutes how they run, How many make the hour full complete; How many hours bring about the day; How many days will finish up the year; How many years a mortal man may live.
第 92 頁 - All scatter'd in the bottom of the sea. Some lay in dead men's skulls; and, in those holes Where eyes did once inhabit, there were crept (As 'twere in scorn of eyes,) reflecting gems, That woo'd the slimy bottom of the deep, And mock'd the dead bones that lay scatter'd by.
第 435 頁 - That they are not a pipe for fortune's finger To sound what stop she please. Give me that man That is not passion's slave, and I will wear him In my heart's core, ay, in my heart of heart, As I do thee.