The plays of William Shakspeare, pr. from the text of the corrected copy left by G. Steevens, with glossarial notes, 第 6 卷 |
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第 112 頁
... Helen , wife to Menelaus . Andromache , wife to Hector . Cassandra , daughter to Priam ; a prophetess . Cressida , daughter to Calchas . Trojan and Greek Soldiers , and Attendants . Scene , Troy , and the Grecian camp before it ...
... Helen , wife to Menelaus . Andromache , wife to Hector . Cassandra , daughter to Priam ; a prophetess . Cressida , daughter to Calchas . Trojan and Greek Soldiers , and Attendants . Scene , Troy , and the Grecian camp before it ...
第 113 頁
... Helen , Menelaus ' queen , With wanton Paris sleeps ; And that's the quarrel . To Tenedos they come ; And the deep - drawing barks do there disgorge Their warlike fraughtaget : Now on Dardan plains The fresh and yet unbruised Greeks do ...
... Helen , Menelaus ' queen , With wanton Paris sleeps ; And that's the quarrel . To Tenedos they come ; And the deep - drawing barks do there disgorge Their warlike fraughtaget : Now on Dardan plains The fresh and yet unbruised Greeks do ...
第 116 頁
... Helen's , ( well , go to ) , there were no more compari- son between the women , -But , for my part , she is my kinswoman ; I would not , as they term it , praise her , -But I would somebody had heard her talk yesterday , as I did . I ...
... Helen's , ( well , go to ) , there were no more compari- son between the women , -But , for my part , she is my kinswoman ; I would not , as they term it , praise her , -But I would somebody had heard her talk yesterday , as I did . I ...
第 117 頁
... Helen : an she were not kin to me , she would be as fair on Friday , as Helen is on Sunday . But what care I ? I care not , an she were a black - a- moor ; ' tis all one to me . Tro . Say I , she is not fair ? Pan . I do not care ...
... Helen : an she were not kin to me , she would be as fair on Friday , as Helen is on Sunday . But what care I ? I care not , an she were a black - a- moor ; ' tis all one to me . Tro . Say I , she is not fair ? Pan . I do not care ...
第 118 頁
... Helen must needs be fair , When with your blood you daily paint her thus . I cannot fight upon this argument ; It is too starv'd a subject for my sword . But Pandarus - O gods , how do you plague me ! I cannot come to Cressid , but by ...
... Helen must needs be fair , When with your blood you daily paint her thus . I cannot fight upon this argument ; It is too starv'd a subject for my sword . But Pandarus - O gods , how do you plague me ! I cannot come to Cressid , but by ...
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第 72 頁 - 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 175 頁 - Keeps honour bright : To have done, is to hang Quite out of fashion, like a rusty mail In monumental mockery. Take the instant way ; For honour travels in a strait so narrow, Where one but goes abreast : keep, then, the path...
第 72 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 299 頁 - I'll example you with thievery : The sun's a thief, and with his great attraction , ' Robs the vast sea : the moon's an arrant thief, And her pale fire she snatches from the sun : . • The sea's a thief, whose liquid surge resolves The moon into salt tears : the earth's a thief, That feeds and breeds by a composture " stolen From general excrement : each thing's a thief; The laws, your curb and whip, in their rough power Have uncheck'd theft.
第 285 頁 - Thus much of this will make black white, foul fair, Wrong right, base noble, old young, coward valiant. Ha, you gods! why this? what this, you gods? Why, this Will lug your priests and servants from your sides, Pluck stout men's pillows from below their heads: This yellow slave Will knit and break religions; bless the accurs'd; Make the hoar leprosy ador'd; place thieves, And give them title, knee, and approbation, With senators on the bench...
第 75 頁 - 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 431 頁 - O mother, mother! What have you done? Behold, the heavens do ope, The gods look down, and this unnatural scene They laugh at. O my mother, mother! O! You have won a happy victory to Rome; But for your son— believe it, O, believe it!— Most dangerously you have with him prevail'd, If not most mortal to him.
第 74 頁 - Cromwell, I did not think to shed a tear In all my miseries; but thou hast forced me, Out of thy honest truth, to play the woman. Let's dry our eyes: and thus far hear me, Cromwell; And, when I am forgotten, as I shall be, And sleep in dull cold marble, where no mention Of me more must be heard of, say, I taught thee...
第 175 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...
第 72 頁 - Farewell ! a long farewell, to all my greatness ! This is the state of man : to-day he puts forth The tender leaves of hope, to-morrow blossoms, And bears his blushing honours thick upon him . The third day comes a frost, a killing frost, And, — when he thinks, good easy man, full surely His greatness is a-ripening, — nips his root, And then he falls, as I do.