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Antipholus Ben Jonson chain Collier's second folio correction daughter death didst doth Duke Dyce edition Eglamour Enter Ephesus Exeunt Exit fair father fool gentle gentlemen Gentlemen of Verona give grace hair hand hath Henry Condell honour husband instance Item John Heminge John Shakespeare Jonson Julia King King Lear labour lady Launce Leonard Digges letter live look lord Lucetta Luciana Madam Marry master means merry mind mistress old copies old text original reads phrase plays Poet Poet's pray printed probably quibble Scene seems sense servant Shake Silvia Sir Proteus Sir Thurio sister Snitterfield speak Speed Stratford Stratford-upon-Avon sure Susanna Hall sweet Syracuse tell thee thing thou art thou hast thought thyself unto Valentine Venus and Adonis verse villain wife William Shakespeare word
第 48 頁 - What things have we seen Done at the Mermaid! Heard words that have been So nimble and so full of subtle flame As if that every one from whence they came Had meant to put his whole wit in a jest, And had resolved to live a fool the rest Of his dull life.
第 49 頁 - I loved the man, and do honour his memory, on this side idolatry, as much as any. He was (indeed) honest, and of an open and free nature; had an excellent phantasy, brave notions, and gentle expressions...
第 37 頁 - O, for my sake do you with Fortune chide, The guilty goddess of my harmful deeds, That did not better for my life provide Than public means which public manners breeds. Thence comes it that my name receives a brand, And almost thence my nature is subdued To what it works in, like the dyer's hand...
第 30 頁 - The warrant I have of your Honourable disposition, not the worth of my untutored lines, makes it assured of acceptance. What I have done is yours, what I have to do is yours, being part in all I have devoted yours.
第 37 頁 - tis true I have gone here and there And made myself a motley to the view, Gored mine own thoughts, sold cheap what is most dear, Made old offences of affections new.
第 68 頁 - The applause! delight! the wonder of our stage! My Shakespeare rise! I will not lodge thee by Chaucer, or Spenser, or bid Beaumont lie A little further, to make thee a room: Thou art a monument without a tomb, And art alive still while thy book doth live And we have wits to read, and praise to give.
第 69 頁 - And joyed to wear the dressing of his lines ! Which were so richly spun, and woven so fit, As, since, she will vouchsafe no other wit. The merry Greek, tart Aristophanes, Neat Terence, witty Plautus, now not please ; But antiquated and deserted lie, As they were not of nature's family. Yet must I not give nature all ; thy art, My gentle SHAKESPEARE, must enjoy a part.
第 31 頁 - Sweet Swan of Avon! what a sight it were To see thee in our water yet appear, And make those flights upon the banks of Thames That so did take Eliza and our James!
第 73 頁 - For whilst, to the shame of slow-endeavouring art, Thy easy numbers flow, and that each heart Hath, from the leaves of thy unvalued book, Those Delphic lines with deep impression took ; Then thou, our fancy of itself bereaving, Dost make us marble, with too much conceiving ; And, so sepulchred, in such pomp dost lie, That kings, for such a tomb, would wish to die.