The Handy-volume Shakspeare [ed. by Q.D.]. |
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第 1 到 5 筆結果,共 38 筆
第 40 頁
... soul , and to a notion crazed , Say , Thus did Banquo . I Mur . You made it known to us . Macb . I did so ; and went further , which is now Our point of second meeting . Do you find Your patience so predominant in your nature , That you ...
... soul , and to a notion crazed , Say , Thus did Banquo . I Mur . You made it known to us . Macb . I did so ; and went further , which is now Our point of second meeting . Do you find Your patience so predominant in your nature , That you ...
第 42 頁
... soul's flight , If it find heaven , must find it out to - night . Exeunt . SCENE II . - The same . Another Room in the Palace . Enter LADY MACBETH and a Servant . Lady M. Is Banquo gone from court ? Serv . Ay , madam , but returns again ...
... soul's flight , If it find heaven , must find it out to - night . Exeunt . SCENE II . - The same . Another Room in the Palace . Enter LADY MACBETH and a Servant . Lady M. Is Banquo gone from court ? Serv . Ay , madam , but returns again ...
第 62 頁
... souls That trace him in his line . No boasting like a fool ; This deed I'll do before this purpose cool : But no more sights ! -Where are these gentle- men ? Come , bring me where they are . [ Exeunt . SCENE II . - Fife . A Room in ...
... souls That trace him in his line . No boasting like a fool ; This deed I'll do before this purpose cool : But no more sights ! -Where are these gentle- men ? Come , bring me where they are . [ Exeunt . SCENE II . - Fife . A Room in ...
第 70 頁
... soul Wiped the black scruples , reconciled my thoughts To thy good truth and honour . Devilish Macbeth By many of these trains hath sought to win me Into his power ; and modest wisdom plucks me From over - credulous haste . But God ...
... soul Wiped the black scruples , reconciled my thoughts To thy good truth and honour . Devilish Macbeth By many of these trains hath sought to win me Into his power ; and modest wisdom plucks me From over - credulous haste . But God ...
第 71 頁
... souls That stay his cure : their malady convinces The great assay of art ; but , at his touch , Such sanctity hath heaven given his hand , They presently amend . Mal . I thank you , doctor . [ Exit Doctor . Macd . What's the disease he ...
... souls That stay his cure : their malady convinces The great assay of art ; but , at his touch , Such sanctity hath heaven given his hand , They presently amend . Mal . I thank you , doctor . [ Exit Doctor . Macd . What's the disease he ...
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Adonis art thou Banquo bear beauty beauty's behold birds blood breast breath cheeks Collatine dead dear death deed desire Doct doth Enter MACBETH Exeunt face fair fair lords falchion falconry false fear fire Fleance flower fool foul gainst gentle give grace grief hand hast hate hath hear heart heaven honour hour king kiss LADY MACBETH light lips live look lord love's Lucrece lust Macb Macd Macduff Mach mayst mind murder never night numbers o'er pale pity poison'd poor praise Priam proud quoth RAPE OF LUCRECE Rosse seem'd Sextus Tarquinius shalt shame sighs sight SIWARD sleep sorrow soul speak swear sweet Tarquin tears Tereu thane of Cawdor thee thence thine eye things thou art thou dost thought thyself Time's tongue true truth unto weep weird sisters wind Witch words worth wound youth
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第 22 頁 - Come, you spirits That tend on mortal thoughts, unsex me here, And fill me from the crown to the toe top-full Of direst cruelty ! make thick my blood ; Stop up the access and passage to remorse, That no compunctious visitings of nature Shake my fell purpose, nor keep peace between The effect and it...
第 247 頁 - That time of year thou may'st in me behold When yellow leaves, or none, or few, do hang Upon those boughs which shake against the cold, Bare ruin'd choirs, where late the sweet birds sang. In me thou seest the twilight of such day As after sunset fadeth in the west, Which by and by black night doth take away, Death's second self, that seals up all in rest. In me thou seest the glowing of such fire, That on the ashes of his youth doth lie, As the death-bed whereon it must expire, Consumed with that...
第 314 頁 - The rest complains of cares to come. The flowers do fade, and wanton fields To wayward winter reckoning yields. A honey tongue, a heart of gall Is fancy's spring, but sorrow's fall.
第 260 頁 - That heavy Saturn laugh'd and leap'd with him. Yet nor the lays of birds, nor the sweet smell Of different flowers in odour and in hue, Could make me any summer's story tell...
第 89 頁 - I have almost forgot the taste of fears. The time has been my senses would have cool'd To hear a night-shriek, and my fell of hair Would at a dismal treatise rouse and stir As life were in't. I have supp'd full with horrors; Direness, familiar to my slaughterous thoughts, Cannot once start me.
第 227 頁 - Full many a glorious morning have I seen Flatter the mountain-tops with sovereign eye, Kissing with golden face the meadows green, Gilding pale streams with heavenly alchemy ; Anon permit the basest clouds to ride With ugly rack on his celestial face, And from the forlorn world his visage hide, Stealing unseen to west with this disgrace...
第 212 頁 - When forty winters shall besiege thy brow, And dig deep trenches in thy beauty's field, Thy youth's proud livery, so gazed on now, Will be a tatter'd weed, of small worth held : Then being ask'd where all thy beauty lies, Where all the treasure of thy lusty days, — To say, within thine own deep-sunken eyes, Were an all-eating shame and thriftless praise. How much more praise deserved thy beauty's use, If thou couldst answer — "This fair child of mine Shall sum my count, and make my old excuse...
第 20 頁 - The Prince of Cumberland! that is a step On which I must fall down, or else o'erleap, For in my way it lies. Stars, hide your fires; Let not light see my black and deep desires: The eye wink at the hand ; yet let that be, Which the eye fears, when it is done, to see.
第 226 頁 - When to the sessions of sweet silent thought I summon up remembrance of things past, I sigh the lack of many a thing I sought, And with old woes new wail my dear time's •waste : Then can I drown an eye, unused to flow, For precious friends hid in death's dateless night, And weep afresh love's long since cancell'd woe, And moan the expense of many a vanish'd sight...
第 17 頁 - This supernatural soliciting Cannot be ill, cannot be good : — if ill, Why hath it given me earnest of success, Commencing in a truth ? I am thane of Cawdor If good, why do I yield to that suggestion Whose horrid image doth unfix my hair, And make my seated heart knock at my ribs, Against the use of nature...