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 7 頁
In honour honesty , the tract of every thing Would by a good discourser lose some
life , Which action ' s self was tongue to All was royal ; To the disposing of it
nought rebell ' s , Order gave each thing view ; the office did Distinctly his full ...
In honour honesty , the tract of every thing Would by a good discourser lose some
life , Which action ' s self was tongue to All was royal ; To the disposing of it
nought rebell ' s , Order gave each thing view ; the office did Distinctly his full ...
第 120 頁
... hath the joints of every thing : but every thing so out of joint , that he is a gouty
Briareus , many hands and no use ; or purblind Argus , all eyes and no sight .
Cres . But how should this man , that makes me smile , make Blector angry ? Alex
.
... hath the joints of every thing : but every thing so out of joint , that he is a gouty
Briareus , many hands and no use ; or purblind Argus , all eyes and no sight .
Cres . But how should this man , that makes me smile , make Blector angry ? Alex
.
第 176 頁
O , let not virtue seek Remuneration for the thing it was ; For beauty , wit , High
birth , vigour of bone , desert in service ... That all , with one consent , praise new
- born gawds * , Though they are made and moulded of things past ; And give to ...
O , let not virtue seek Remuneration for the thing it was ; For beauty , wit , High
birth , vigour of bone , desert in service ... That all , with one consent , praise new
- born gawds * , Though they are made and moulded of things past ; And give to ...
第 299 頁
... 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 .
... 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 432 頁
... that so short a time can alter the condition of a man ? Men . There is differency
between a grub , and a butterfly ; yet your butterfly was a grub . This Mar . cius is
grown from man to dragon : he has wings ; he ' s more than a creeping thing .
... that so short a time can alter the condition of a man ? Men . There is differency
between a grub , and a butterfly ; yet your butterfly was a grub . This Mar . cius is
grown from man to dragon : he has wings ; he ' s more than a creeping thing .
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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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