The Complete Works of William Shakespeare ...Oxford University Press, 1911 |
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第 7 頁
... night before his triumph at Agincourt . He would have every part of his life soundly based ; his claims on France must first be justified before he takes a step ; traitors must be swiftly and terribly cast forth from his band of brave ...
... night before his triumph at Agincourt . He would have every part of his life soundly based ; his claims on France must first be justified before he takes a step ; traitors must be swiftly and terribly cast forth from his band of brave ...
第 13 頁
... by fruit of baser quality : And so the prince obscur'd his contemplation Under the veil of wildness ; which , no doubt , 28 32 36 40 44 48 52 56 61 64 Grew like the summer grass , fastest by night , ACT I , SC . I ] KING HENRY THE FIFTH 13.
... by fruit of baser quality : And so the prince obscur'd his contemplation Under the veil of wildness ; which , no doubt , 28 32 36 40 44 48 52 56 61 64 Grew like the summer grass , fastest by night , ACT I , SC . I ] KING HENRY THE FIFTH 13.
第 14 頁
William Shakespeare. Grew like the summer grass , fastest by night , Unseen , yet crescive in his faculty . CANTERBURY . It must be so ; for miracles are ceas'd ; And therefore we must needs admit the means How things are perfected . ELY ...
William Shakespeare. Grew like the summer grass , fastest by night , Unseen , yet crescive in his faculty . CANTERBURY . It must be so ; for miracles are ceas'd ; And therefore we must needs admit the means How things are perfected . ELY ...
第 30 頁
... night .. Why , how now , gentlemen ! What see you in those papers that you lose So much complexion ? Look ye , how they change ! Their cheeks are paper . Why , what read you there , That hath so cowarded and chas'd your blood Out of ...
... night .. Why , how now , gentlemen ! What see you in those papers that you lose So much complexion ? Look ye , how they change ! Their cheeks are paper . Why , what read you there , That hath so cowarded and chas'd your blood Out of ...
第 39 頁
... be soon dispatch'd with fair conditions : A night is but small breath and little pause To answer matters of this consequence . 144 [ Flourish . Exeunt . ACT III . Enter Chorus . CHORUS . Thus with SCENE IV ] KING HENRY THE FIFTH 39.
... be soon dispatch'd with fair conditions : A night is but small breath and little pause To answer matters of this consequence . 144 [ Flourish . Exeunt . ACT III . Enter Chorus . CHORUS . Thus with SCENE IV ] KING HENRY THE FIFTH 39.
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第 41 頁 - Disguise fair nature with hard-favour'd rage; Then lend the eye a terrible aspect; Let it pry through the portage of the head Like the brass cannon: let the brow o'erwhelm it As fearfully as doth a galled rock O'erhang and jutty his confounded base, Swill'd with the wild and wasteful ocean.
第 350 頁 - O God! methinks it were a happy life, To be no better than a homely swain ; To sit upon a hill, as I do now, To carve out dials quaintly, point by point...
第 11 頁 - On this unworthy scaffold to bring forth So great an object : can this cockpit hold The vasty fields of France ? or may we cram Within this wooden O the very casques That did affright the air at Agincourt...
第 74 頁 - We few, we happy few, we band of brothers ; For he to-day that sheds his blood with me Shall be my brother ; be he ne'er so vile This day shall gentle his condition...
第 41 頁 - Be copy now to men of grosser blood, And teach them how to war. And you, good yeomen, Whose limbs were made in England, show us here The mettle of your pasture; let us swear That you are worth your breeding; which I doubt not; For there is none of you so mean and base, That hath not noble lustre in your eyes. I see you stand like greyhounds in the slips, Straining upon the start. The game's afoot: Follow your spirit, and upon this charge Cry 'God for Harry, England, and Saint George!
第 73 頁 - God's will! I pray thee, wish not one man more. By Jove, I am not covetous for gold, Nor care I who doth feed upon my cost; It yearns me not if men my garments wear; Such outward things dwell not in my desires: But if it be a sin to covet honour, I am the most offending soul alive.
第 41 頁 - O'erhang and jutty his confounded base, Swill'd with the wild and wasteful ocean. Now set the teeth and stretch the nostril wide, Hold hard the breath and bend up every spirit To his full height. On, on, you noblest English, Whose blood is fet from fathers of war-proof ! Fathers that, like so many Alexanders, Have in these parts from morn till even fought, And sheathed their swords for lack of argument: Dishonour not your mothers; now attest That those whom you call'd fathers did beget you.
第 122 頁 - Glory is like a circle in the water, Which never ceaseth to enlarge itself, Till, by broad spreading, it disperse to nought.
第 34 頁 - A made a finer end, and went away, an it had been any christom child ; 'a parted even just between twelve and one, e'en at turning o' the tide ; for after I saw him fumble with the sheets, and play with flowers, and smile upon his fingers...
第 20 頁 - Where some, like magistrates, correct at home, Others, like merchants, venture trade abroad, Others, like soldiers, armed in their stings, Make boot upon the summer's velvet buds, Which pillage they with merry march bring home To the tent-royal of their emperor...