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 421 頁
... Faulc . Here the crier . Auft . What the devil art thou ? Faulc . One that will play the devil , Sir , with you , An a ' may catch your hide and you alone . You are the hare , of whom the proverb goes , Whofe valour plucks dead Lions by ...
... Faulc . Here the crier . Auft . What the devil art thou ? Faulc . One that will play the devil , Sir , with you , An a ' may catch your hide and you alone . You are the hare , of whom the proverb goes , Whofe valour plucks dead Lions by ...
第 426 頁
... Faulc . ( Baftards , and elfe ! ) K. John . To verify our title with their lives . K. Phil . As many , and as well born bloods as thofe-- Faul . ( Some baftards too ! ) K. Phil . Stand in his face to contradict his claim . Cit . Till ...
... Faulc . ( Baftards , and elfe ! ) K. John . To verify our title with their lives . K. Phil . As many , and as well born bloods as thofe-- Faul . ( Some baftards too ! ) K. Phil . Stand in his face to contradict his claim . Cit . Till ...
第 427 頁
... Faulc . Saint George , that fwing'd the dragon , and e'er fince Sits on his horfeback at mine hoftefs ' door , Teach ... Faulc . O , tremble ; for you hear the Lion roar . K. John . Up higher to the plain ! where we'll fet forth In best ...
... Faulc . Saint George , that fwing'd the dragon , and e'er fince Sits on his horfeback at mine hoftefs ' door , Teach ... Faulc . O , tremble ; for you hear the Lion roar . K. John . Up higher to the plain ! where we'll fet forth In best ...
第 429 頁
... Faulc . Ha ! Majefty , -how high thy glory towers , When the rich blood of Kings is fet on fire ! Oh , now doth Death line his dead chaps with steel ; The fwords of foldiers are his teeth , his phangs ; And now he feafts , mouthing the ...
... Faulc . Ha ! Majefty , -how high thy glory towers , When the rich blood of Kings is fet on fire ! Oh , now doth Death line his dead chaps with steel ; The fwords of foldiers are his teeth , his phangs ; And now he feafts , mouthing the ...
第 430 頁
... Faulc . By heav'n , the Scroyles of Angiers flout you , Kings , And ftand fecurely on their battlements , As in a Theatre , whence they gape and point At your induftrious Scenes and Acts of death . Your royal prefences , be rul'd by me ...
... Faulc . By heav'n , the Scroyles of Angiers flout you , Kings , And ftand fecurely on their battlements , As in a Theatre , whence they gape and point At your induftrious Scenes and Acts of death . Your royal prefences , be rul'd by me ...
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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.