The Plays and Poems of William Shakspeare: With the Corrections and Illustrations of Various Commentators, 第 6 卷F. C. and J. Rivington, 1821 |
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第6页
... Daughter to Capulet . Nurse to Juliet . Citizens of Verona ; several Men and Women , Re- lations to both Houses ; Maskers , Guards , Watchmen , and Attendants . SCENE during the greater Part of the Play , in Verona once in the fifth Act ...
... Daughter to Capulet . Nurse to Juliet . Citizens of Verona ; several Men and Women , Re- lations to both Houses ; Maskers , Guards , Watchmen , and Attendants . SCENE during the greater Part of the Play , in Verona once in the fifth Act ...
第29页
... daughter ( he proceeds ) will , it is true , be one of the number , but her beauty can be of no reckoning ( i . e . estimation ) among those whom you will see here . Reckoning for estimation , is used before in this very scene : " Of ...
... daughter ( he proceeds ) will , it is true , be one of the number , but her beauty can be of no reckoning ( i . e . estimation ) among those whom you will see here . Reckoning for estimation , is used before in this very scene : " Of ...
第32页
... daughters ; County Anselme , and his beauteous sisters ; The lady widow of Vitruvio ; Signior Placentio , and his lovely nieces ; Mercutio , and his brother Valentine ; Mine uncle Capulet , his wife , and daughters ; My fair niece ...
... daughters ; County Anselme , and his beauteous sisters ; The lady widow of Vitruvio ; Signior Placentio , and his lovely nieces ; Mercutio , and his brother Valentine ; Mine uncle Capulet , his wife , and daughters ; My fair niece ...
第34页
... daughter ? call her forth to me . NURSE . Now , by my maiden - head , -at twelve year old , - I bade her come . - What , lamb ! what , lady - bird ! - God forbid ! -where's this girl ? —what , Juliet ! Enter JULIet . JUL . How now , who ...
... daughter ? call her forth to me . NURSE . Now , by my maiden - head , -at twelve year old , - I bade her come . - What , lamb ! what , lady - bird ! - God forbid ! -where's this girl ? —what , Juliet ! Enter JULIet . JUL . How now , who ...
第35页
... daughter's of a pretty age . NURSE . ' Faith , I can tell her age unto an hour . LA . CAP . She's not fourteen . NURSE . I'll lay fourteen of my teeth , And yet , to my teen2 be it spoken , I have but four.- She is not fourteen : How ...
... daughter's of a pretty age . NURSE . ' Faith , I can tell her age unto an hour . LA . CAP . She's not fourteen . NURSE . I'll lay fourteen of my teeth , And yet , to my teen2 be it spoken , I have but four.- She is not fourteen : How ...
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agayne Antony and Cleopatra art thou beauty Benvolio better BOSWELL brest called Capulet daughter dead death dost doth DUKE edition editors emendation Enter Exeunt eyes fair father fear fool Fortune Friar fryer give gleek greefe hand hart hath heart heaven honour JOHNSON King Henry kiss lady live lord Love's Labour's Lost lovers lyfe MALONE Mantua married means Mercutio Montague musick mynde night nurce NURSE old copy Orlando Paris passage payne Phebe play poem poet Pope pray prince quarto quintain quoth Rape of Lucrece Romeo Romeus and Juliet Rosalind scene second folio Shakspeare Shakspeare's sorrow speak speech STEEVENS stryfe sweet tears tell thee theyr thing thou art thou hast thought tomb TOUCH Tybalt unto Verona WARBURTON wilt word wyfe youth
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第380页 - The seasons' difference ; as, the icy fang, And churlish chiding of the winter's wind ; Which when it bites and blows upon my body, Even till I shrink with cold, I smile, and say, — This is no flattery : these are counsellors, That feelingly persuade me what I am.
第52页 - Prick'd from the lazy finger of a maid : Her chariot is an empty hazel-nut, Made by the joiner squirrel, or old grub, Time out of mind the fairies' coach-makers. And in this state she gallops night by night Through lovers...
第83页 - Thou mayst prove false: at lovers' perjuries, They say, Jove laughs. O gentle Romeo ! If thou dost love, pronounce it faithfully: Or if thou think'st I am too quickly won, I'll frown and be perverse and say thee nay, So thou wilt woo; but else, not for the world. In truth, fair Montague, I am too fond; And therefore thou mayst think my 'haviour light: But trust me, gentleman, I'll prove more true Than those that have more cunning to be strange.
第66页 - Good pilgrim, you do wrong your hand too much, Which mannerly devotion shows in this ; For saints have hands that pilgrims' hands do touch, And palm to palm is holy palmers
第379页 - Now, my co-mates and brothers in exile, Hath not old custom made this life more sweet Than that of painted pomp? Are not these woods More free from peril than the envious court? Here feel we but the penalty of Adam, — The seasons' difference : as the icy fang And churlish chiding of the winter's wind, Which when it bites and blows upon my body, Even till I shrink with cold, I smile and say, This is no flattery : these are counsellors That feelingly persuade me what I am.
第84页 - Do not swear at all ; Or, if thou wilt, swear by thy gracious self, Which is the god of my idolatry, And I'll believe thee.
第411页 - With spectacles on nose and pouch on side, His youthful hose, well saved, a world too wide For his shrunk shank; and his big manly voice, Turning again toward childish treble, pipes And whistles in his sound. Last scene of all, That ends this strange eventful history, Is second childishness and mere oblivion, Sans teeth, sans eyes, sans taste, sans every thing.
第89页 - Tis almost morning; I would have thee gone: And yet no further than a wanton's bird; Who lets it hop a little from her hand, Like a poor prisoner in his twisted gyves, And with a silk thread plucks it back again, So loving-jealous of his liberty.
第382页 - There at the foot of yonder nodding beech That wreathes its old fantastic roots so high, His listless length at noontide would he stretch, And pore upon the brook that babbles by.
第77页 - tis not to me she speaks: Two of the fairest stars in all the heaven, Having some business, do entreat her eyes To twinkle in their spheres till they return. What if her eyes were there, they in her head The brightness of her cheek would shame those stars, As daylight doth a lamp; her eye in heaven Would through the airy region stream so bright, That birds would sing, and think it were not night.