William Shakspeare's Complete Works, Dramatic and Poetic, 第 2 卷 |
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A far more glorious star thy soul will make, Than Julius Caesar, or bright— Enter
a Messenger. JMess. My honourable lords, health to you all! Sad tidings *...i. to
you out of France, Of loss, of slaughter, and discomfiture: Guienne, Champaigne,
...
A far more glorious star thy soul will make, Than Julius Caesar, or bright— Enter
a Messenger. JMess. My honourable lords, health to you all! Sad tidings *...i. to
you out of France, Of loss, of slaughter, and discomfiture: Guienne, Champaigne,
...
第 8 頁
Here, here she comes:—I'll have about with thee: Devil, or devil's dam, I'll conjure
thee: Blood will I draw on thee,” thou art a witch, “And straightway give thy soul to
him thou serv'st. Puc. Come, come, 'tis only I that must disgrace thee.
Here, here she comes:—I'll have about with thee: Devil, or devil's dam, I'll conjure
thee: Blood will I draw on thee,” thou art a witch, “And straightway give thy soul to
him thou serv'st. Puc. Come, come, 'tis only I that must disgrace thee.
第 11 頁
And, by my soul, this pale and angry rose, As cognizance of my blood-drinking
hate, Wiliffor ever, and my faction, wear; Until it wither with me to my grave, Or
flourish to the height of my degree. suff: Go forward, and be chok'd with thy
ambition!
And, by my soul, this pale and angry rose, As cognizance of my blood-drinking
hate, Wiliffor ever, and my faction, wear; Until it wither with me to my grave, Or
flourish to the height of my degree. suff: Go forward, and be chok'd with thy
ambition!
第 19 頁
Ten thousand French have ta'en the sacrament To rive their dangerous artillery
Upon no Christian soul but English Talbot. Lo! there thou stand'st, a breathing
valiant man, Of an invincible unconquer'd spirit: This is the latest glory of thy
praise, ...
Ten thousand French have ta'en the sacrament To rive their dangerous artillery
Upon no Christian soul but English Talbot. Lo! there thou stand'st, a breathing
valiant man, Of an invincible unconquer'd spirit: This is the latest glory of thy
praise, ...
第 20 頁
together live and die; And soul o soul from France to heaven fly. [Exeunt. SCENE
PI-A field of battle. Alarum; Excursions, wherein Talbot's Son is hemmed about,
and Talbot rescues him. Tal. Saint George and victory! fight, soldiers, fight: The ...
together live and die; And soul o soul from France to heaven fly. [Exeunt. SCENE
PI-A field of battle. Alarum; Excursions, wherein Talbot's Son is hemmed about,
and Talbot rescues him. Tal. Saint George and victory! fight, soldiers, fight: The ...
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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.