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 55 頁
O , good my lord , no Latin ; I am not such a truant since my coming , As not to
know the language I have liv ' d in : A strange tongue makes my cause more
strange , suspicious ; Pray , speak in English : here are some will thank you , If
you ...
O , good my lord , no Latin ; I am not such a truant since my coming , As not to
know the language I have liv ' d in : A strange tongue makes my cause more
strange , suspicious ; Pray , speak in English : here are some will thank you , If
you ...
第 64 頁
My lord , we have Stood here observing him : Some strange commotion Is in his
brain : he bites his lip , and starts ; Stops on a sudden , looks upon the ground ,
Then , lays his finger on his temple ; straight , Springs out into fast gaitt ; then ...
My lord , we have Stood here observing him : Some strange commotion Is in his
brain : he bites his lip , and starts ; Stops on a sudden , looks upon the ground ,
Then , lays his finger on his temple ; straight , Springs out into fast gaitt ; then ...
第 174 頁
A strange fellow here Writes me , That man - how dearly ever parted " , How
much in having , or without , or in , Cannot make boast to have that which he hath
, Nor feels not what he owes , but by reflection ; As when his virtues shining upon
...
A strange fellow here Writes me , That man - how dearly ever parted " , How
much in having , or without , or in , Cannot make boast to have that which he hath
, Nor feels not what he owes , but by reflection ; As when his virtues shining upon
...
第 326 頁
... a petition granted them , a strange one ( To break the heart of generosity , And
make bold power look pale ) , they threw their caps As they would hang them on
the horns o ' the moon , Shouting their emulation . Men . What is granted them ?
... a petition granted them , a strange one ( To break the heart of generosity , And
make bold power look pale ) , they threw their caps As they would hang them on
the horns o ' the moon , Shouting their emulation . Men . What is granted them ?
第 404 頁
A strange one as ever I looked on : I cannot get him out o ' the house : Priythiee ,
call my master to him . 3 Ser . What have you to do here , fellow ? Pray you ,
avoid the house . Cor . Let me but stand ; I will not hurt your hearth . 3 Sero . What
are ...
A strange one as ever I looked on : I cannot get him out o ' the house : Priythiee ,
call my master to him . 3 Ser . What have you to do here , fellow ? Pray you ,
avoid the house . Cor . Let me but stand ; I will not hurt your hearth . 3 Sero . What
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.
書目資訊
| 書名 | The plays of William Shakspeare, pr. from the text of the corrected copy left by G. Steevens, with glossarial notes, 第 6 卷 The plays of William Shakspeare, pr. from the text of the corrected copy left by G. Steevens, with glossarial notes, William Shakespeare |
| 作者 | William Shakespeare |
| 編者 | George Steevens |
| 出版日期 | 1811 |
| 來源： | 牛津大學 |
| 已數位化 | 2007年7月3日 |
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