The Comedies, Histories, Tragedies, and Poems of William Shakspere, 第 2 卷Charles Knight, 1851 |
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... maids : " so deliver I up my apes , and away to Saint Peter : for the heavens , he shows me where the bachelors sit , and there live we as merry as the day is long . ANT . Well , niece [ to HERO ] , I trust you will be ruled by your ...
... maids : " so deliver I up my apes , and away to Saint Peter : for the heavens , he shows me where the bachelors sit , and there live we as merry as the day is long . ANT . Well , niece [ to HERO ] , I trust you will be ruled by your ...
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... maid could come by them . D. PEDRO . Will you have me , lady ? BEAT . No , my lord , unless I might have another for working - days ; your grace is too costly to wear every day : But , I beseech your grace , pardon me ; I was born to ...
... maid could come by them . D. PEDRO . Will you have me , lady ? BEAT . No , my lord , unless I might have another for working - days ; your grace is too costly to wear every day : But , I beseech your grace , pardon me ; I was born to ...
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... maid , —that you have discovered thus . They will scarcely believe this without trial : offer them instances ; which shall bear no less likelihood than to see me at her chamber - window ; hear me call Margaret , Hero ; hear Margaret ...
... maid , —that you have discovered thus . They will scarcely believe this without trial : offer them instances ; which shall bear no less likelihood than to see me at her chamber - window ; hear me call Margaret , Hero ; hear Margaret ...
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... maid , and stuffed ! there ' s goodly catching of cold . BEAT . O , God help me ! God help me ! how long have you professed appre- hension ? MARG . Ever since you left it : doth not my wit become me rarely ? BEAT . It is not seen enough ...
... maid , and stuffed ! there ' s goodly catching of cold . BEAT . O , God help me ! God help me ! how long have you professed appre- hension ? MARG . Ever since you left it : doth not my wit become me rarely ? BEAT . It is not seen enough ...
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... maid she blushes here : O , what authority and show of truth Can cunning sin cover itself withal ! Comes not that blood , as modest evidence , To witness simple virtue ? Would you not swear , All you that see her , that she were a maid ...
... maid she blushes here : O , what authority and show of truth Can cunning sin cover itself withal ! Comes not that blood , as modest evidence , To witness simple virtue ? Would you not swear , All you that see her , that she were a maid ...
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第580页 - Our revels now are ended. These our actors, As I foretold you, were all spirits, and Are melted into air, into thin air: And, like the baseless fabric of this vision, The cloud-capp'd towers, the gorgeous palaces, The solemn temples, the great globe itself, Yea, all which it inherit, shall dissolve, And, like this insubstantial pageant faded, Leave not a rack behind. We are such stuff As dreams are made on ; and our little life Is rounded with a sleep.
第284页 - O fellow, come, the song we had last night: Mark it, Cesario; it is old and plain: The spinsters and the knitters in the sun, And the free maids that weave their thread with bones, Do use to chant it ; it is silly sooth, And dallies with the innocence of love, Like the old age.
第554页 - All things in common nature should produce Without sweat or endeavour : treason, felony, Sword, pike, knife, gun, or need of any engine, Would I not have ; but nature should bring forth, Of its own kind, all foison, all abundance, To feed my innocent people.
第424页 - Then the mortal coldness of the soul like death itself comes down ; It cannot feel for others' woes, it dare not dream its own ; That heavy chill has frozen o'er the fountain of our tears, And though the eye may sparkle still, 'tis where the ice appears.
第285页 - My shroud of white, stuck all with yew, 0 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 strewn; Not a friend, not a friend greet My poor corpse, where my bones shall be thrown. A thousand thousand sighs to save, Lay me, 0, where Sad true lover never flnd my grave, To weep there.