The Handy-volume Shakspeare, 第 13 卷 |
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第 15 頁
... wouldst not play false , And yet wouldst wrongly win : thou'dst have , great Glamis , That which cries , Thus thou must do , if thou have it : And that which rather thou dost fear to do , Than wishest should be undone .
... wouldst not play false , And yet wouldst wrongly win : thou'dst have , great Glamis , That which cries , Thus thou must do , if thou have it : And that which rather thou dost fear to do , Than wishest should be undone .
第 50 頁
Thy bones are marrowless , thy blood is cold ; Thou hast no speculation in those eyes Which thou dost glare with ! Lady M. Think of this , good peers , But as a thing of custom : ' tis no other ; Only it spoils the pleasure of the time ...
Thy bones are marrowless , thy blood is cold ; Thou hast no speculation in those eyes Which thou dost glare with ! Lady M. Think of this , good peers , But as a thing of custom : ' tis no other ; Only it spoils the pleasure of the time ...
第 84 頁
... I care not if thou dost for me as much.I pall in resolution ; and begin To doubt the equivocation of the fiend , That lies like truth : Fear not , till Birnam wood Do come to Dunsinane : —and now a wood Comes toward Dunsinane .
... I care not if thou dost for me as much.I pall in resolution ; and begin To doubt the equivocation of the fiend , That lies like truth : Fear not , till Birnam wood Do come to Dunsinane : —and now a wood Comes toward Dunsinane .
第 98 頁
... churlish , harsh in voice , O'er - worn , despised , rheumatic , and cold , Thick - sighted , barren , lean , and lacking juice , Then mightst thou pause , for then I were not for thee ; But having no defects , why dost abhor me ?
... churlish , harsh in voice , O'er - worn , despised , rheumatic , and cold , Thick - sighted , barren , lean , and lacking juice , Then mightst thou pause , for then I were not for thee ; But having no defects , why dost abhor me ?
第 100 頁
By law of Nature thou art bound to breed , That thine may live , when thou thyself art dead ; And so , in spite of death , thou dost survive , In that thy likeness still is left alive . ” By this , the love - sick queen began to sweat ...
By law of Nature thou art bound to breed , That thine may live , when thou thyself art dead ; And so , in spite of death , thou dost survive , In that thy likeness still is left alive . ” By this , the love - sick queen began to sweat ...
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第 219 頁 - Desiring this man's art, and that man's scope, With what I most enjoy contented least; Yet in these thoughts myself almost despising, Haply I think on thee, and then my state, Like to the lark at break of day arising From sullen earth, sings hymns at heaven's gate; For thy sweet love remember'd such wealth brings, That then I scorn to change my state with kings.
第 19 頁 - tis done, then 'twere well It were done quickly : if the assassination Could trammel up the consequence, and catch, With his surcease, success ; that but this blow Might be the be-all and the end-all here, But here, upon this bank and shoal of time, — We'd jump the life to come.
第 16 頁 - Come, you spirits That tend on mortal* thoughts, unsex me here, And fill me, from the crown to the toe, top-full Of direst cruelty ! make thick my blood, Stop up the access and passage to remorse, That no compunctious visitings of nature Shake my fell purpose, nor keep peace between The effect and it...
第 241 頁 - That time of year thou may'st in me behold When yellow leaves, or none, or few, do hang Upon those boughs which shake against the cold, Bare ruin'd choirs, where late the sweet birds sang. In me thou seest the twilight of such day As after sunset fadeth in the west, Which by and by black night doth take away, Death's second self, that seals up all in rest. In me thou seest the glowing of such fire, That on the ashes of his youth doth lie, As the death-bed whereon it must expire, Consumed with that...
第 49 頁 - Blood hath been shed ere now, i' the olden time, Ere human statute purged the gentle weal ; Ay, and since too, murders have been perform'd Too terrible for the ear ; the times have been, That when the brains were out, the man would die, And there an end : but now, they rise again, With twenty mortal murders on their crowns, And push us from our stools : this is more strange Than such a murder is.
第 308 頁 - The rest complains of cares to come. The flowers do fade, and wanton fields To wayward winter reckoning yields. A honey tongue, a heart of gall Is fancy's spring, but sorrow's fall.
第 220 頁 - I summon up remembrance of things past, I sigh the lack of many a thing I sought, And with old woes new wail my dear time's waste: Then can I drown an eye, unused to flow, For precious friends hid in death's dateless night, And weep afresh love's...
第 15 頁 - Hie thee hither, That I may pour my spirits in thine ear ; And chastise with the valour of my tongue All that impedes thee from the golden round, Which fate and metaphysical aid doth seem To have thee crown'd withal.— Enter an Attendant.
第 16 頁 - The effect and it ! Come to my woman's breasts, And take my milk for gall, you murdering ministers, Wherever in your sightless substances You wait on nature's mischief! Come, thick night, And pall thee in the dunnest smoke of hell, That my keen knife see not the wound it makes, Nor heaven peep through the blanket of the dark, To cry "Hold, hold!
第 219 頁 - When, in disgrace with fortune and men's eyes, I all alone beweep my outcast state, And trouble deaf heaven with my bootless cries, And look upon myself and curse my fate...