The Works of Shakespeare: in Eight Volumes, 第 4 卷H. Woodfall, 1767 |
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... Shall I feem creft fall'n in my father's fight , Or with pale beggar face impeach my height , Before this out dar'd daftard ? Ere my tongue Shall wound my honour with fuch feeble wrong , Or found fo base a parle , my teeth fhall tear ...
... Shall I feem creft fall'n in my father's fight , Or with pale beggar face impeach my height , Before this out dar'd daftard ? Ere my tongue Shall wound my honour with fuch feeble wrong , Or found fo base a parle , my teeth fhall tear ...
第 18 頁
... Shall not re - greet our fair dominions , But tread the ftranger paths of banishment . Boling . Your will be done : This must my comfort be , That fun , that warms you here , fhall fhine on me : And thofe his golden beams , to you here ...
... Shall not re - greet our fair dominions , But tread the ftranger paths of banishment . Boling . Your will be done : This must my comfort be , That fun , that warms you here , fhall fhine on me : And thofe his golden beams , to you here ...
第 29 頁
... Shall tender duty make me fuffer wrong ? Not Glo'fter's death , not Hereford's banishment , Not Gaunt's rebukes , nor England's private wrongs , Nor the prevention of poor Bolingbroke About his marriage , nor my own difgrace , Have ever ...
... Shall tender duty make me fuffer wrong ? Not Glo'fter's death , not Hereford's banishment , Not Gaunt's rebukes , nor England's private wrongs , Nor the prevention of poor Bolingbroke About his marriage , nor my own difgrace , Have ever ...
第 39 頁
... Shall be your love and labour's recompence . Rofs . Your prefence makes us rich , most noble Lord . Willo . And far furmounts our labour to attain it . Boling . Evermore , thanks ; ( th ' exchequer of the poor ) Which , ' till my infant ...
... Shall be your love and labour's recompence . Rofs . Your prefence makes us rich , most noble Lord . Willo . And far furmounts our labour to attain it . Boling . Evermore , thanks ; ( th ' exchequer of the poor ) Which , ' till my infant ...
第 46 頁
... Shall fee us rifing in our throne , the east ; His treafons will fit blufhing in his face , Not able to endure the fight of day ; But , felf - affrighted , tremble at his fin . Not all the water in the rough rude fea ( 11 ) Can wash the ...
... Shall fee us rifing in our throne , the east ; His treafons will fit blufhing in his face , Not able to endure the fight of day ; But , felf - affrighted , tremble at his fin . Not all the water in the rough rude fea ( 11 ) Can wash the ...
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第 170 頁 - tis no matter; Honour pricks me on. Yea, but how if honour prick me off when I come on ? how then ? Can honour set to a leg? No. Or an arm? No. Or take away the grief of a wound ? No. Honour hath no skill in surgery then ? No. What is honour? A word. What is in that word, honour? What is that honour? Air. A trim reckoning ! — Who hath it? He that died o
第 230 頁 - There is a history in all men's lives, Figuring the nature of the times deceased ; The which observed, a man may prophesy, With a near aim, of the main chance of things As yet not come to life, which in their seeds And weak beginnings lie intreasured.
第 104 頁 - He was perfumed like a milliner, And 'twixt his finger and his thumb he held A pouncet-box, which ever and anon He gave his nose and took't away again; Who therewith angry, when it next came there, Took it in snuff...
第 26 頁 - This blessed plot, this earth, this realm, this England, This nurse, this teeming womb of royal kings, Fear'd by their breed and famous by their birth, Renowned for their deeds as far from home, For Christian service and true chivalry...
第 296 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...
第 109 頁 - By heaven, methinks it were an easy leap, To pluck bright honour from the pale-faced moon, Or dive into the bottom of the deep, Where fathom-line could never touch the ground, And pluck up drowned honour by the locks ; So he that doth redeem her thence might wear Without corrival all her dignities : But out upon this half-faced fellowship ! Wor.
第 355 頁 - This story shall the good man teach his son; And Crispin Crispian shall ne'er go by, From this day to the ending of the world, But we in it shall be remembered...
第 228 頁 - O gentle sleep, Nature's soft nurse, how have I frighted thee, That thou no more wilt weigh my eyelids down, And steep my senses in forgetfulness...
第 189 頁 - Even such a man, so faint, so spiritless, So dull, so dead in look, so woe-begone, Drew Priam's curtain in the dead of night, And would have told him half his Troy was burnt...
第 255 頁 - He hath a tear for pity, and a hand Open as day for melting charity...