William Shakspeare's Complete Works, Dramatic and Poetic, 第 2 卷 |
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第 9 頁
The virtuous lady, countess of Auvergne, With modesty admiring thy renown, By
me entreats, good lord, thou would'st vouchsafe o visit her poor castle where she
lies;4 That she may boast, she hath beheld the man Whose glory fills the world ...
The virtuous lady, countess of Auvergne, With modesty admiring thy renown, By
me entreats, good lord, thou would'st vouchsafe o visit her poor castle where she
lies;4 That she may boast, she hath beheld the man Whose glory fills the world ...
第 10 頁
Will turn unto a peaceful comic sport, When ladies crave to be encounter'd
withYou may not, my lord, despise her gentle suit. Tal. Ne'er trust me ... Well then,
alone, since there's no remedy, I mean to prove this lady's courtesy.. Come hither,
on.
Will turn unto a peaceful comic sport, When ladies crave to be encounter'd
withYou may not, my lord, despise her gentle suit. Tal. Ne'er trust me ... Well then,
alone, since there's no remedy, I mean to prove this lady's courtesy.. Come hither,
on.
第 22 頁
Andforthe proffer of mylord yourmaster, I have informed his highness so at large,
As—liking of the lady's virtuous gifts, Her beauty, and the value of her dower, He
doth intend she shall be England's queen. K. Hen. In argument and proof of ...
Andforthe proffer of mylord yourmaster, I have informed his highness so at large,
As—liking of the lady's virtuous gifts, Her beauty, and the value of her dower, He
doth intend she shall be England's queen. K. Hen. In argument and proof of ...
第 23 頁
[Ereunt. .Alarums. Enter Suffolk, leading in Lady Margaret. Suff. Bewhat thou wilt,
thou art my prisoner. [Gazes on her. O fairest beauty, do not fear, nor fly; For I will
touch thee but with reverent hands, And lay them gently on thy tender side.
[Ereunt. .Alarums. Enter Suffolk, leading in Lady Margaret. Suff. Bewhat thou wilt,
thou art my prisoner. [Gazes on her. O fairest beauty, do not fear, nor fly; For I will
touch thee but with reverent hands, And lay them gently on thy tender side.
第 26 頁
You know, my lord, your highness is betroth'd Unto another lady of esteem; How
shall we then dispense with that contráct, And not deface your honour with
reproach? Suff. As doth a ruler with unlawful oaths; Or one, that, at a triumphl
having ...
You know, my lord, your highness is betroth'd Unto another lady of esteem; How
shall we then dispense with that contráct, And not deface your honour with
reproach? Suff. As doth a ruler with unlawful oaths; Or one, that, at a triumphl
having ...
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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.