The Dramatic Works of William Shakespeare: With the Corrections and Illustrations of Dr. Johnson, G. Steevens, and Others, 第 5 卷H. Durell, 1817 |
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第 172 頁
... BARDOLPH . Lady PERCY , wife to Hotspur , and sister to Mortimer . Lady MORTIMER , daughter to Glendower , and wife to Mor- timer . Mrs. QUICKLY , hostess of a tavern in Eastcheap . Lords , Officers , Sheriff , Vintner , Chamberlain ...
... BARDOLPH . Lady PERCY , wife to Hotspur , and sister to Mortimer . Lady MORTIMER , daughter to Glendower , and wife to Mor- timer . Mrs. QUICKLY , hostess of a tavern in Eastcheap . Lords , Officers , Sheriff , Vintner , Chamberlain ...
第 180 頁
... Bardolph , Peto , and Gadshill , shall rob those men that we have already way - laid ; yourself , and I , will not be there and when they have the booty , if you and I do not rob them , cut this head from my shoulders . P. Hen . But how ...
... Bardolph , Peto , and Gadshill , shall rob those men that we have already way - laid ; yourself , and I , will not be there and when they have the booty , if you and I do not rob them , cut this head from my shoulders . P. Hen . But how ...
第 194 頁
... BARDOLPH and PETO , at some distance . Poins . Come , shelter , shelter ; I have removed Fal- staff's horse , and he frets like a gummed velvet . P. Hen . Stand close . Enter FALSTAFF . Fal . Poins ! Poins , and be hanged ! Poins ! P ...
... BARDOLPH and PETO , at some distance . Poins . Come , shelter , shelter ; I have removed Fal- staff's horse , and he frets like a gummed velvet . P. Hen . Stand close . Enter FALSTAFF . Fal . Poins ! Poins , and be hanged ! Poins ! P ...
第 195 頁
... BARDOlph . Bard . What news ? Gads . Case ye , case ye ; on with your visors ; there's money of the king's coming down the hill ; ' tis going to the king's exchequer . Fal . You lie , you rogue ; ' tis going to the king's tav- ern ...
... BARDOlph . Bard . What news ? Gads . Case ye , case ye ; on with your visors ; there's money of the king's coming down the hill ; ' tis going to the king's exchequer . Fal . You lie , you rogue ; ' tis going to the king's tav- ern ...
第 203 頁
... BARDOLPH , and PETO . Poins . Welcome , Jack , Where hast thou been ? Fal . A plague of all cowards , I say , and a vengeance too ! marry , and amen ! -Give me a cup of sack , boy -Ere I lead this life long , I'll sew nether - stocks ...
... BARDOLPH , and PETO . Poins . Welcome , Jack , Where hast thou been ? Fal . A plague of all cowards , I say , and a vengeance too ! marry , and amen ! -Give me a cup of sack , boy -Ere I lead this life long , I'll sew nether - stocks ...
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第 83 頁 - This England never did, (nor never shall,) Lie at the proud foot of a conqueror, But when it first did help to wound itself. Now these her princes are come home again, Come the three corners of the world in arms, And we shall shock them : Nought shall make us rue, If England to itself do rest but true.
第 57 頁 - To gild refined gold, to paint the lily, To throw a perfume on the violet, To smooth the ice, or add another hue Unto the rainbow, or with taper-light To seek the beauteous eye of heaven to garnish, Is wasteful, and ridiculous excess.
第 301 頁 - With deafning clamours in the slippery clouds, That, with the hurly, death itself awakes ? Canst thou, O partial sleep! give thy repose To the wet sea-boy in an hour so rude ; And, in the calmest and most stillest night, With all appliances and means to boot, Deny it to a king ? Then, happy low, lie down ! Uneasy lies the head that wears a crown.
第 132 頁 - No matter where. Of comfort no man speak: Let's talk of graves, of worms, and epitaphs; Make dust our paper, and with rainy eyes Write sorrow on the bosom of the earth; Let's choose executors and talk of wills : And yet not so — for what can we bequeath Save our deposed bodies to the ground? Our lands, our lives, and all are Bolingbroke's, And nothing can we call our own but death, And that small model of the barren earth Which serves as paste and cover to our bones.
第 55 頁 - Heaven's sake, Hubert, let me not be bound ! Nay, hear me, Hubert ! drive these men away, And I will sit as quiet as a lamb. I will not stir, nor wince, nor speak a word ; Nor look upon the iron angerly : Thrust but these men away, and I'll forgive you, Whatever torment you do put me to.
第 181 頁 - I'll sup. Farewell. Poins. Farewell, my lord. [Exit POINS. P. Hen. I know you all, and will awhile uphold The unyok'd humour of your idleness ; Yet herein will I imitate the sun, Who doth permit the base contagious clouds To smother up his beauty from the world...
第 106 頁 - O ! who can hold a fire in his hand By thinking on the frosty Caucasus? Or cloy the hungry edge of appetite By bare imagination of a feast? Or wallow naked in December snow By thinking on fantastic summer's heat?
第 183 頁 - Of guns, and drums, and wounds, (God save the mark !) And telling me, the sovereign'st thing on earth Was parmaceti for an inward bruise ; And that it was great pity, so it was, That villanous saltpetre should be digg'd Out of the bowels of the harmless earth, Which many a good tall fellow had destroy'd So cowardly ; and, but for these vile guns, He would himself have been a soldier.
第 211 頁 - Harry, I do not only marvel where thou spendest thy time, but also how thou art accompanied: for though the camomile, the more it is trodden on the faster it grows, yet youth, the more it is wasted the sooner it wears.
第 54 頁 - Have you the heart? When your head did but ache, I knit my handkerchief about your brows, (The best I had ; a princess wrought it me,) And I did never ask it you again ; And with my hand at midnight held your head ; And, like the watchful minutes to the hour, Still and anon cheered up the heavy time ; Saying, What lack you ? and, Where lies your grief?