The Works of Shakespeare: The Text Regulated by the Recently Discovered Portfolio of 1632, Containing Early Manuscript Emendations ; with a History of the Stage, a Life of the Poet, and an Introduction to Each Play, 第 6 卷Redfield, 1853 |
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... thou answer'st , she is fair ; Pour'st in the open ulcer of my heart Her eyes , her hair , her cheek , her gait ... art thou angry , Pandarus ? what , with me ? Pan . Because she's kin to me , therefore , she's not so fair as Helen : an ...
... thou answer'st , she is fair ; Pour'st in the open ulcer of my heart Her eyes , her hair , her cheek , her gait ... art thou angry , Pandarus ? what , with me ? Pan . Because she's kin to me , therefore , she's not so fair as Helen : an ...
第 36 頁
... Thou bitch - wolf's son , canst thou not hear ? Feel then . [ Strikes him . Ther . The plague of Greece upon thee ... art proclaimed a fool , I think . Ajax . Do not , porcupine , do not : my fingers itch . Ther . I would , thou didst ...
... Thou bitch - wolf's son , canst thou not hear ? Feel then . [ Strikes him . Ther . The plague of Greece upon thee ... art proclaimed a fool , I think . Ajax . Do not , porcupine , do not : my fingers itch . Ther . I would , thou didst ...
第 37 頁
... Thou stool for a witch ! [ Beating him . Ther . Ay , do , do ; thou sodden - witted lord ! thou hast no more brain than I have in mine elbows ; an assinego may tutor thee : thou scurvy valiant ass ! thou art here but to thrash Trojans ; and ...
... Thou stool for a witch ! [ Beating him . Ther . Ay , do , do ; thou sodden - witted lord ! thou hast no more brain than I have in mine elbows ; an assinego may tutor thee : thou scurvy valiant ass ! thou art here but to thrash Trojans ; and ...
第 44 頁
... thou great thunder - darter of Olympus ! forget that thou art Jove the king of gods ; and , Mer- cury , lose all the serpentine craft of thy Caduceus , if ye take not that little , little , less - than - little wit from them that they ...
... thou great thunder - darter of Olympus ! forget that thou art Jove the king of gods ; and , Mer- cury , lose all the serpentine craft of thy Caduceus , if ye take not that little , little , less - than - little wit from them that they ...
第 45 頁
... thy blood be thy direction till thy death ! then , if she , that lays thee out , says thou art a fair corse , I'll be sworn and sworn upon't she never shrouded any but lazars . Amen . Where's Achilles ? Patr . What ! art thou devout ? wast ...
... thy blood be thy direction till thy death ! then , if she , that lays thee out , says thou art a fair corse , I'll be sworn and sworn upon't she never shrouded any but lazars . Amen . Where's Achilles ? Patr . What ! art thou devout ? wast ...
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Achilles Agam Agamemnon Ajax Alcib Alcibiades Apem Apemantus art thou Athens Aufidius Bassianus blood brother CAPULET Cominius Coriolanus Cres Cressida dead dear death Diomed dost doth emperor empress Enter Exeunt Exit eyes fair Farewell fear Flav folio fool friends give gods Goths hand hate hath hear heart heaven Hect Hector hither honour Juliet lady Lavinia live look lord Lucius Marcius MENENIUS Mercutio mother ne'er night noble Nurse PANDARUS Paris Patroclus peace pr'ythee pray Priam prince quarto Roman Rome Romeo SCENE Senators Serv Servant shalt speak sweet sword Tamora tears tell thee Ther there's Thersites thine thing thou art thou hast Timon Timon of Athens Titus Andronicus tongue tribunes Troilus Troilus and Cressida Trojan Troy Tybalt Ulyss villain Volsces What's word
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第 327 頁 - ROmeo; and, when he shall die, Take him and cut him out in little stars, And he will make the face of heaven so fine, That all the world will be in love with night, And pay no worship to the garish sun.
第 336 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 29 頁 - Force should be right; or rather, right and wrong, Between whose endless jar justice resides, Should lose their names, and so should justice too. Then everything includes itself in power, Power into will, will into appetite; And appetite, an universal wolf, So doubly seconded with will and power, Must make perforce an universal prey, And last eat up himself.
第 305 頁 - But, soft! what light through yonder window breaks! It is the east, and Juliet is the sun ! — Arise, fair sun, and kill the envious moon, Who is already sick and pale with grief, That thou her maid art far more fair than she...
第 28 頁 - Corrects the ill aspects of planets evil, And posts, like the commandment of a king, Sans check, to good and bad. But when the planets, In evil mixture, to disorder wander, What plagues, and what portents ! what mutiny...
第 308 頁 - But to be frank, and give it thee again. And yet I wish but for the thing I have: My bounty is as boundless as the sea, My love as deep; the more I give to thee, The more I have, for both are infinite.
第 307 頁 - Thou know'st the mask of night is on my face ; Else would a maiden blush bepaint my cheek, For that which thou hast heard me speak to-night. Fain would I dwell on form, fain, fain deny What I have spoke : but farewell compliment. Dost thou love me ? I know thou wilt say — Ay : And I will take thy word ; yet, if thou swear^st, Thou may'st prove false : at lovers' perjuries, They say, Jove laughs.
第 298 頁 - Of healths five fathom deep ; and then anon Drums in his ear, at which he starts, and wakes ; And, being thus frighted, swears a prayer or two, And sleeps again.
第 64 頁 - Time hath, my lord, a wallet at his back, Wherein he puts alms for oblivion ; A great-sized monster of ingratitudes : Those scraps are good deeds past ; which are devour'd As fast as they are made, forgot as soon As done. Perseverance, dear my lord, Keeps honour bright : to have done, is to hang Quite out of fashion, like a rusty mail In monumental mockery.
第 64 頁 - That slightly shakes his parting guest by the hand, And with his arms outstretch'd, as he would fly, Grasps-in the comer : welcome ever smiles, And farewell goes out sighing. O, let not virtue seek Remuneration for the thing it was ; For beauty, wit, High birth, vigour of bone, desert in service, Love, friendship, charity, are subjects all To envious and calumniating time.