The Works of William Shakespeare, 第 1 卷Bickers, 1874 |
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... SPEED . Course , procedure , Win . T. iii . 2 . SPERR . To close , or bar up , Tr . Cr . ( Prol . ) SPILTH . That which is spilt ; waste , Tim . A. ii . 2 . SPIRIT OF SENSE . Exquisite faculty of sensation , Tr . Cr . i . i & iii . 3 ...
... SPEED . Course , procedure , Win . T. iii . 2 . SPERR . To close , or bar up , Tr . Cr . ( Prol . ) SPILTH . That which is spilt ; waste , Tim . A. ii . 2 . SPIRIT OF SENSE . Exquisite faculty of sensation , Tr . Cr . i . i & iii . 3 ...
第20页
... SPEED , a clownish servant to VALENTINE . PANTHINO , Servant to ANTONIO . LUCETTA , waiting - woman to JULIA ... SPEED . Speed . Sir Proteus , save you ! Saw you my master ? Pro . But now he parted hence , to embark for Milan . Speed ...
... SPEED , a clownish servant to VALENTINE . PANTHINO , Servant to ANTONIO . LUCETTA , waiting - woman to JULIA ... SPEED . Speed . Sir Proteus , save you ! Saw you my master ? Pro . But now he parted hence , to embark for Milan . Speed ...
第21页
... Speed . You conclude , that my master is a shep- herd , then , and I a sheep ? Pro . I do . Speed . Why then , my horns are his horns , whether I wake or sleep . Pro . A silly answer , and fitting well a sheep . Speed . This proves me ...
... Speed . You conclude , that my master is a shep- herd , then , and I a sheep ? Pro . I do . Speed . Why then , my horns are his horns , whether I wake or sleep . Pro . A silly answer , and fitting well a sheep . Speed . This proves me ...
第23页
... SPEED . Speed . Sir , your glove . Val . Not mine ; my gloves are on . Speed . Why then this may be yours , for this is but - one . Val . Ha ! let me see : ay , give it me , it's mine.- Sweet ornament that decks a thing divine ! Ah ...
... SPEED . Speed . Sir , your glove . Val . Not mine ; my gloves are on . Speed . Why then this may be yours , for this is but - one . Val . Ha ! let me see : ay , give it me , it's mine.- Sweet ornament that decks a thing divine ! Ah ...
第24页
... Speed . If you love her , you cannot see her . Val . Why ? Speed . Because love is blind . O , that you had mine eyes ; or your own eyes had the lights they were wont to have , when you chid at Sir Proteus for going ungartered ! Val ...
... Speed . If you love her , you cannot see her . Val . Why ? Speed . Because love is blind . O , that you had mine eyes ; or your own eyes had the lights they were wont to have , when you chid at Sir Proteus for going ungartered ! Val ...
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第353页 - And thus still doing, thus he pass'd along. Duch. Alas, poor Richard ! where rides he the while ? York. As. in a theatre, the eyes of men, After a well-grac'd actor leaves the stage, Are idly bent on him that enters next, Thinking his prattle to be tedious: Even so, or with much more contempt, men's eyes Did scowl on Richard, no man cried, God save him ; No joyful tongue gave him his welcome home: But dust was thrown upon his sacred head : Which with such gentle sorrow he shook off, — His face...
第324页 - Or, What good love may I perform for you ? Many a poor man's son would have lain still, And ne'er have spoke a loving word to you; But you, at your sick service, had a prince. Nay, you may think my love was crafty love, And call it cunning. Do, an' if you will ; If heaven be pleased that you must use me ill, Why, then you must.
第9页 - A strange fish ! Were I in England now, as once I was, and had but this fish painted, not a holiday fool there but would give a piece of silver : there would this monster make a man; any strange beast there makes a man : when they will not give a doit to relieve a lame beggar, they will lay out ten to see a dead Indian. Legged like a man ! and his fins like arms ! Warm o...
第147页 - Tu-who, a merry note, While greasy Joan doth keel the pot. When all aloud the wind doth blow And coughing drowns the parson's saw And birds sit brooding in the snow And Marian's nose looks red and raw, When roasted crabs hiss in the bowl, Then nightly sings the staring owl, Tu-whit; Tu-who, a merry note, While greasy Joan doth keel the pot.
第72页 - In thrilling regions of thick-ribbed ice ; To be imprison'd in the viewless winds, And blown with restless violence round about The pendent world ; or to be worse than worst Of those, that lawless and incertain thoughts Imagine howling ! 'tis too horrible ! The weariest and most loathed worldly life, That age, ache, penury, and imprisonment Can lay on nature, is a paradise To what we fear of death.
第179页 - You see me, Lord Bassanio, where I stand, Such as I am: though for myself alone I would not be ambitious in my wish To wish myself much better, yet for you I would be trebled twenty times myself, A thousand times more fair, ten thousand times More rich; That only to stand high in your account, I might in virtues, beauties, livings, friends, Exceed account.
第viii页 - Many were the wit-combats betwixt him and Ben Jonson; which two I behold like a Spanish great galleon and an English man-of-war; Master Jonson (like the former) was built far higher in learning; solid, but slow, in his performances. Shakespeare, with the English man-of-war, lesser in bulk, but lighter in sailing, could turn with all tides, tack about, and take advantage of all winds, by the quickness of his wit and invention.