The True Tragedy: The First Quarto, 1595, from the Unique Copy in the Bodleian Library, Oxford

C. Praetorius, 1891 - 79 頁



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第 xv 頁 - About three moneths since died M. Robert Greene, leaving many papers in sundry bookesellers hands, among other his Groatsworth of Wit, in which a letter, written to divers play-makers, is offensively by one or two of them taken; and because on the dead they cannot be avenged, they wilfully forge in their conceites a living author; and after tossing it two and fro, no remedy, but it must light on me.
第 ix 頁 - Was this the face that launched a thousand ships And burnt the topless towers of Ilium ?— Sweet Helen, make me immortal with a kiss. Her lips suck forth my soul : see, where it flies! Come, Helen, come, give me my soul again. Here will I dwell, for heaven is in these lips, And all is dross that is not Helena.
第 xv 頁 - With neither of them that take offence was I acquainted, and with one of them I care not if I never be...
第 xii 頁 - I am now, be both at once of them forsaken ? Yes, trust them not; for there is an upstart crow, beautified with our feathers...
第 vi 頁 - Yes, trust them not; for there is an upstart crow, beautified with our feathers, that, with his Tygers heart wrapt in a Players hide, supposes he is as well able to bumbast out a blanke verse as the best of you; and being an absolute Johannes Factotum, is in his owne conceit the onely Shake-scene in a countrie.
第 xvi 頁 - For the first, whose learning I reverence, and, at the perusing of Greenes booke, stroke out what then in conscience I thought he in some displeasure writ; or, had it beene true, yet to publish it was intolerable ; him I would wish to use me no worse than I deserve.
第 xii 頁 - I, to whom they all have been beholding: is it not like that you, to whom they all have been beholding, shall, were ye in that case that I am now, be both at once of them forsaken? Yes, trust them not: for there is an upstart Crow, beautified with our feathers, that with his Tiger's heart wrapped in a Player's hide...
第 xii 頁 - Johannes fac totum, is in his owne conceit the onely Shakescene in a countrie. O that I might intreate your rare wits to be imployed in more profitable courses: & let these Apes imitate your past excellence, and never more acquaint them with your admired inventions.
第 xi 頁 - To those Gentlemen his Quondam acquaintance, that spend their wits in making Plaies, RG wisheth a better exercise, and wisdome to preuent his extremities.
第 xii 頁 - Base minded men al three of you, if by my miserie ye be not warned : for unto none of you (like me) sought those burres to cleave : those Puppits (I meane) that speake from our mouths, those Anticks garnisht in our colours.