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 67 頁
What should this inean ? What sudden anger ' s this ? how have I reap ' d it ? He
parted frowning from me , as if ruin Leap ' d from his eyes : So looks the chafed
lion Upon the daring huntsman that has gali ' d him ; Then makes him nothing .
What should this inean ? What sudden anger ' s this ? how have I reap ' d it ? He
parted frowning from me , as if ruin Leap ' d from his eyes : So looks the chafed
lion Upon the daring huntsman that has gali ' d him ; Then makes him nothing .
第 123 頁
But , there was such laughing ; - - Queen Hecuba laughed , that her eyes ran o '
er . Cres . With mill - stones Pan . And Cassandra laughed . Cres . But there was
a more temperate fire under the pot of her eyes ; - Did her eyes run o ' er too ?
But , there was such laughing ; - - Queen Hecuba laughed , that her eyes ran o '
er . Cres . With mill - stones Pan . And Cassandra laughed . Cres . But there was
a more temperate fire under the pot of her eyes ; - Did her eyes run o ' er too ?
第 126 頁
Paris - Paris is dirt to him ; and , I warrant , Helen , to change , would give an eye
to boot . Forces pass over the stage . Cres . Here come more . ... chaff and bran ,
chaff and bran ! porridge after meat ! I could live and die i ' the eyes of Troilus .
Paris - Paris is dirt to him ; and , I warrant , Helen , to change , would give an eye
to boot . Forces pass over the stage . Cres . Here come more . ... chaff and bran ,
chaff and bran ! porridge after meat ! I could live and die i ' the eyes of Troilus .
第 174 頁
The beauty that is borne here in the face The bearer knows not , but commends
itself To others ' eyes ; nor doth the eye itself ( That most pure spirit of sense )
behold itself , Not going from itself ; but eye to eye oppos ' d Salutes each other
with ...
The beauty that is borne here in the face The bearer knows not , but commends
itself To others ' eyes ; nor doth the eye itself ( That most pure spirit of sense )
behold itself , Not going from itself ; but eye to eye oppos ' d Salutes each other
with ...
第 210 頁
Troilus , farewell ! one eye yet looks on thee ; But with my heart the other eye doth
see . Ah ! poor our sex ! this fault in as I find , i The error of our eye directs our
mind : What error leads , must err ; O then conclude , Minds , sway ' d by eyes ,
are ...
Troilus , farewell ! one eye yet looks on thee ; But with my heart the other eye doth
see . Ah ! poor our sex ! this fault in as I find , i The error of our eye directs our
mind : What error leads , must err ; O then conclude , Minds , sway ' d by eyes ,
are ...
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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.