The plays of William Shakespeare, with the corrections and illustr. of various commentators, to which are added notes by S. Johnson, 第 3 卷 |
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第 32 頁
... speak here . 1 Man . My Lord , you nod ; you do not mind the Play . Sly . Yea , by St. Ann , do I. A good matter , furely ! comes there any more of it ? Lady . My Lord , ' tis but begun . Sly . ' Tis a very excellent piece of work ...
... speak here . 1 Man . My Lord , you nod ; you do not mind the Play . Sly . Yea , by St. Ann , do I. A good matter , furely ! comes there any more of it ? Lady . My Lord , ' tis but begun . Sly . ' Tis a very excellent piece of work ...
第 39 頁
... speak a word ; Then I'll commend her volubility ; And fay , she uttereth piercing eloquence : If the do bid me pack , I'll give her thanks , As tho ' fhe bid me ftay by her a week ; If fhe deny to wed , I'll crave the day When I fhall ...
... speak a word ; Then I'll commend her volubility ; And fay , she uttereth piercing eloquence : If the do bid me pack , I'll give her thanks , As tho ' fhe bid me ftay by her a week ; If fhe deny to wed , I'll crave the day When I fhall ...
第 47 頁
... speak here . Sly . Sim , when will the Fool come again ? Sim . Anon , my Lord . Sly . Give's fome more drink bere - where's the tapfler ? bere , Sim , eat fome of these things . Sim . So I do , my Lord . Sly . Here , Sim , I drink to ...
... speak here . Sly . Sim , when will the Fool come again ? Sim . Anon , my Lord . Sly . Give's fome more drink bere - where's the tapfler ? bere , Sim , eat fome of these things . Sim . So I do , my Lord . Sly . Here , Sim , I drink to ...
第 51 頁
William Shakespeare Samuel Johnson. To want the Bridegroom , when the Priest attends To speak the ceremonial rites of marriage ? What fays Lucentio to this fhame of ours ? Cath . No fhame , but mine ; I muft , forfooth , be forc'd 8 To ...
William Shakespeare Samuel Johnson. To want the Bridegroom , when the Priest attends To speak the ceremonial rites of marriage ? What fays Lucentio to this fhame of ours ? Cath . No fhame , but mine ; I muft , forfooth , be forc'd 8 To ...
第 65 頁
... making a fermon of conti- nency to her , And rails and fwears , and rates ; that fhe , poor foul , Knows not which way to ftand , to look , to speak , VOL . III . F And And fits as one new - rifen from a dream OF THE SHREW . 65.
... making a fermon of conti- nency to her , And rails and fwears , and rates ; that fhe , poor foul , Knows not which way to ftand , to look , to speak , VOL . III . F And And fits as one new - rifen from a dream OF THE SHREW . 65.
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第 363 頁 - The web of our life is of a mingled yarn, good and ill together : our virtues would be proud if our faults whipped them not; and our crimes would despair if they were not cherished by our virtues.
第 458 頁 - Grief fills the room up of my absent child, Lies in his bed, walks up and down with me, Puts on his pretty looks, repeats his words, Remembers me of all his gracious parts, Stuffs out his vacant garments with his form; Then, have I reason to be fond of grief ? Fare you well: had you such a loss as I, I could give better comfort than you do.
第 192 頁 - Friendship is constant in all other things, Save in the office and affairs of love ; Therefore, all hearts in love use their own tongues ; Let every eye negotiate for itself, And trust no agent ; for beauty is a witch, Against whose charms faith melteth into blood : This is an accident of hourly proof, which I mistrusted not.
第 467 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.