The Plays and Poems of William Shakspeare, 第 19 卷R. C. and J. Rivington, 1821 |
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... sonne to the lord Haward , -as it were of courtesaie , to accoumpaignie him to the counsaill ; but forasmuche as the lord Hastings was not ready , he taried a while for him , and hasted him away . This sir Thomas , while the lord ...
... sonne to the lord Haward , -as it were of courtesaie , to accoumpaignie him to the counsaill ; but forasmuche as the lord Hastings was not ready , he taried a while for him , and hasted him away . This sir Thomas , while the lord ...
第253页
... sonne the tender Prince , Whose fathers soule is now neare flight to God , Leauing behind two sonnes of tender age , Fiue daughters to comfort the haplesse Queene , All vnder the protection of the Duke of Gloster : Thus gentles , excuse ...
... sonne the tender Prince , Whose fathers soule is now neare flight to God , Leauing behind two sonnes of tender age , Fiue daughters to comfort the haplesse Queene , All vnder the protection of the Duke of Gloster : Thus gentles , excuse ...
第254页
... sonne , Your lawfull King after my decease , May be by your wise and graue counsell so gouerned , Which no doubt may bring comfort To his famous realme of England , But ( what saith Lord Marcus and Lord Hastings ) What not one word ...
... sonne , Your lawfull King after my decease , May be by your wise and graue counsell so gouerned , Which no doubt may bring comfort To his famous realme of England , But ( what saith Lord Marcus and Lord Hastings ) What not one word ...
第255页
... Sonne : And now Nobles , draw the Curtaines and depart , He that made me saue me yoong Vnto whose hands I commit my spirit The King dies in his bed . Enters Shores wife and Hursly her mayde . Shorse . OF RICHARD THE THIRD . 255.
... Sonne : And now Nobles , draw the Curtaines and depart , He that made me saue me yoong Vnto whose hands I commit my spirit The King dies in his bed . Enters Shores wife and Hursly her mayde . Shorse . OF RICHARD THE THIRD . 255.
第258页
... sonne . Shore . Gramercies good father , But how doth thy sonne , is he well ? Citi . The better that thou liues , doth he . Shore . Thankes father , I am glad of it , But come maister Lodwicke shall we go ? And you Morton youle beare ...
... sonne . Shore . Gramercies good father , But how doth thy sonne , is he well ? Citi . The better that thou liues , doth he . Shore . Thankes father , I am glad of it , But come maister Lodwicke shall we go ? And you Morton youle beare ...
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第10页 - I, that am curtail'd of this fair proportion, Cheated of feature by dissembling nature, Deform'd, unfinish'd, sent before my time Into this breathing world, scarce half made up, And that so lamely and unfashionable That dogs bark at me as I halt by them...
第495页 - Her own shall bless her; Her foes shake like a field of beaten corn, And hang their heads with sorrow: Good grows with her: In her days, every man shall eat in safety Under his own vine, what he plants; and sing The merry songs of peace to all his neighbours...
第450页 - After my death I wish no other herald,. 'No other speaker of my living actions, To keep mine honour from corruption, But such an honest chronicler as Griffith.
第432页 - Cromwell, I did not think to shed a tear In all my miseries ; but thou hast forc'd me Out of thy honest truth to play the woman. Let's dry our eyes : and thus far hear me, Cromwell...
第433页 - Love thyself last : cherish those hearts that hate thee ; 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, O Cromwell, Thou fall'st a blessed martyr...
第56页 - I pass'd, methought, the melancholy flood, With that grim ferryman which poets write of, Unto the kingdom of perpetual night. The first that there did greet my stranger soul, Was my great father-in-law, renowned Warwick ; Who cried aloud, " What scourge for perjury Can this dark monarchy afford false Clarence...
第9页 - Now are our brows bound with victorious wreaths ; Our bruised arms hung up for monuments ; Our stern alarums chang'd to merry meetings, Our dreadful marches to delightful measures. Grim-visag'd war hath smooth'd his wrinkled front ; And now — instead of mounting barbed steeds To fright the souls of fearful adversaries — He capers nimbly in a lady's chamber To the lascivious pleasing of a lute.
第427页 - Like little wanton boys that swim on bladders, This many summers in a sea of glory ; But far beyond my depth : my high-blown pride At length broke under me ; and now has left me, Weary, and old with service, to the mercy Of a rude stream, that must for ever hide me.
第305页 - I COME no more to make you laugh : things now, That bear a weighty and a serious brow, Sad, high, and working, full of state and woe, Such noble scenes as draw the eye to flow, We now present.
第397页 - Every thing that heard him play, Even the billows of the sea, Hung their heads, and then lay by. In sweet music is such art, Killing care and grief of heart Fall asleep, or hearing die.