The Works of Shakespeare: The Text Regulated by the Recently Discovered Portfolio of 1632, Containing Early Manuscript Emendations ; with a History of the Stage, a Life of the Poet, and an Introduction to Each Play, 第 3 卷Redfield, 1853 |
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第 12 頁
... father , and he is thrice a villain , that says , such a father begot villains . Wert thou not my brother , I would not take this hand from thy throat , till this other had pulled out thy tongue for saying so . [ Shaking him2 . ] Thou ...
... father , and he is thrice a villain , that says , such a father begot villains . Wert thou not my brother , I would not take this hand from thy throat , till this other had pulled out thy tongue for saying so . [ Shaking him2 . ] Thou ...
第 13 頁
... father ? Cha . O no ; for the new2 duke's daughter , her cousin , so loves her , being ever from their cradles bred together , that she would have followed her exile , or have died to stay behind her . She is at the court , and no less ...
... father ? Cha . O no ; for the new2 duke's daughter , her cousin , so loves her , being ever from their cradles bred together , that she would have followed her exile , or have died to stay behind her . She is at the court , and no less ...
第 15 頁
... father , you must not learn me how to remember any extraordinary pleasure . Cel . Herein , I see , thou lovest me not with the full weight that I love thee . If my uncle , thy banished father , had banished thy uncle , the duke my father ...
... father , you must not learn me how to remember any extraordinary pleasure . Cel . Herein , I see , thou lovest me not with the full weight that I love thee . If my uncle , thy banished father , had banished thy uncle , the duke my father ...
第 16 頁
... father . Cel . Were you made the messenger ? Touch . No , by mine honour ; but I was bid to come for you . Ros . Where learned you that oath , fool ? Touch . Of a certain knight , that swore by his honour they were good pancakes , and ...
... father . Cel . Were you made the messenger ? Touch . No , by mine honour ; but I was bid to come for you . Ros . Where learned you that oath , fool ? Touch . Of a certain knight , that swore by his honour they were good pancakes , and ...
第 17 頁
... father , loves . Ros ' . My father's love is enough to honour him enough . Speak no more of him : you'll be whipped for taxation , one of these days . Touch . The more pity , that fools may not speak wisely , what wise men do foolishly ...
... father , loves . Ros ' . My father's love is enough to honour him enough . Speak no more of him : you'll be whipped for taxation , one of these days . Touch . The more pity , that fools may not speak wisely , what wise men do foolishly ...
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第 38 頁 - Made to his mistress' eyebrow. Then a soldier Full of strange oaths and bearded like the pard, Jealous in honour, sudden and quick in quarrel, Seeking the bubble reputation Even in the cannon's mouth. And then the justice, In fair round belly with good capon...
第 26 頁 - The seasons' difference : as the icy fang And churlish chiding of the winter's wind, Which when it bites and blows upon my body, Even till I shrink with cold, I smile and say, This is no flattery : these are counsellors That feelingly persuade me what I am.
第 370 頁 - O Proserpina, For the flowers now, that frighted thou let'st fall From Dis's waggon ! daffodils, That come before the swallow dares, and take The winds of March with beauty ; violets dim, But sweeter than the lids of Juno's eyes Or Cytherea's breath ; pale primroses, That die unmarried, ere they can behold Bright Phoebus in his strength, a malady Most incident to maids...
第 33 頁 - Under the greenwood tree, Who loves to lie with me, And tune his merry note Unto the sweet bird's throat, Come hither, come hither, come hither ; Here shall he see No enemy, But winter and rough weather.
第 273 頁 - Come away, come away, death, And in sad cypress' let me be laid; Fly away, fly away, breath; I am slain by a fair cruel maid. My shroud of white, stuck all with yew, O, prepare it! My part of death, no one so true Did share it. Not a flower, not a flower sweet, On my black coffin let there be strown; Not a friend, not a friend greet My poor corpse, where my bones shall be thrown: A thousand thousand sighs to save. Lay me. O. where Sad true lover never find my grave, To weep there!
第 39 頁 - Blow, blow, thou winter wind, Thou art not so unkind As man's ingratitude ; Thy tooth is not so keen, Because thou art not seen, Although thy breath be rude. Heigh, ho! sing, heigh, ho! unto the green holly: Most friendship is feigning, most loving mere folly: Then, heigh ho ! the holly ! This life is most jolly.