The Works of Shakespeare: in Eight Volumes, 第 4 卷H. Woodfall, 1767 |
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... still be good angel to thee . The money is paid back again . Fal . O , I do not like that paying back ; ' tis a double labour . P. Henry . I am good friends with my father , and may do any thing . Fal . Rob me the exchequer the first ...
... still be good angel to thee . The money is paid back again . Fal . O , I do not like that paying back ; ' tis a double labour . P. Henry . I am good friends with my father , and may do any thing . Fal . Rob me the exchequer the first ...
第 173 頁
... Still ending at th ' arrival of an hour . And if we live , we live to tread on Kings : If die ; brave death , when Princes die with us ! Now , for our confciences , -the arms are fair , When the intent for bearing them is just . Enter ...
... Still ending at th ' arrival of an hour . And if we live , we live to tread on Kings : If die ; brave death , when Princes die with us ! Now , for our confciences , -the arms are fair , When the intent for bearing them is just . Enter ...
第 251 頁
... still be your name , a traitor your degree , and the dungeon your place , a place deep enough : fo fhall you ftill be : Colevile of the dale . Cole . Are not you Sir John Falstaff ? Fal . As good a man as he , Sr , who e'er I am do ye ...
... still be your name , a traitor your degree , and the dungeon your place , a place deep enough : fo fhall you ftill be : Colevile of the dale . Cole . Are not you Sir John Falstaff ? Fal . As good a man as he , Sr , who e'er I am do ye ...
第 294 頁
... moft ftupidly pointed , without any regard to common fenfe . As I have regulated it , we fee the poet's drift , and come at an easy and natural reasoning . Who Who hath been still a giddy neighbour to us : 234 King HENRY V.
... moft ftupidly pointed , without any regard to common fenfe . As I have regulated it , we fee the poet's drift , and come at an easy and natural reasoning . Who Who hath been still a giddy neighbour to us : 234 King HENRY V.
第 295 頁
William Shakespeare Mr. Theobald (Lewis). Who hath been still a giddy neighbour to us : For you fhall read , that my great grandfather Never went with his forces into France , But that the Scot on his unfurnisht kingdom Came pouring ...
William Shakespeare Mr. Theobald (Lewis). Who hath been still a giddy neighbour to us : For you fhall read , that my great grandfather Never went with his forces into France , But that the Scot on his unfurnisht kingdom Came pouring ...
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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...