The Shakespeare reader: with notes, historical and grammatical by W.S. Dalgleish, 第 2 卷 |
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第 144 頁
... blood for blood , Controlment for controlment so answer France . 10 20 Chat . Then take my king's defiance from my mouth 144 [ Part I. KING JOHN .
... blood for blood , Controlment for controlment so answer France . 10 20 Chat . Then take my king's defiance from my mouth 144 [ Part I. KING JOHN .
第 146 頁
... blood , and made it heavy - thick , Which else runs tickling up and down the veins , Making that idiot , Laughter , keep men's eyes And strain their cheeks to idle merriment , — A passion hateful to my purposes ; Or if that thou couldst ...
... blood , and made it heavy - thick , Which else runs tickling up and down the veins , Making that idiot , Laughter , keep men's eyes And strain their cheeks to idle merriment , — A passion hateful to my purposes ; Or if that thou couldst ...
第 154 頁
... blood , No certain life achieved by others ' death.— Enter a Messenger . A fearful eye thou hast : where is that blood That I have seen inhabit in those cheeks ? So foul a sky clears not without a storm : 60 70 70 [ Exeunt Lords . Pour ...
... blood , No certain life achieved by others ' death.— Enter a Messenger . A fearful eye thou hast : where is that blood That I have seen inhabit in those cheeks ? So foul a sky clears not without a storm : 60 70 70 [ Exeunt Lords . Pour ...
第 156 頁
... blood and breath , Hostility and civil tumult reigns Between my conscience and my cousin's death . Hub . Arm you against your other enemies , I'll make a peace between your soul and you . Young Arthur is alive : this hand of mine Is yet ...
... blood and breath , Hostility and civil tumult reigns Between my conscience and my cousin's death . Hub . Arm you against your other enemies , I'll make a peace between your soul and you . Young Arthur is alive : this hand of mine Is yet ...
第 159 頁
... blood Is touched corruptibly ; and his pure brain ( Which some suppose the soul's frail dwelling - house ) Doth , by the idle comments that it makes , Foretell the ending of mortality . 320 Enter PEMBROKE . Pem . His highness yet doth ...
... blood Is touched corruptibly ; and his pure brain ( Which some suppose the soul's frail dwelling - house ) Doth , by the idle comments that it makes , Foretell the ending of mortality . 320 Enter PEMBROKE . Pem . His highness yet doth ...
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Aedile Ariel Arth Arthur Aufidius bear blood Caius Marcius Caliban Cham Citizens Cominius conscience consul Coriolanus Corioli Crom Cromwell dare daughter Dauphin death deeds doth Duke enemy England Enter envy Exeunt eyes father FAULCONBRIDGE fear Ferdinand France friends Gent give gods grace hand hath hear heart heaven Henry honour Hubert ISABELLA of Angoulême Kath KING JOHN king's lady LARTIUS lord cardinal Lord Chamberlain Marchioness of Pembroke MENENIUS Milan Miranda mother ne'er never noble noun Pandulph Patricians peace Pembroke Philip play pray prince Pros Prospero queen revenge Richard II Rome SCENE Senators Shakespeare SICINIUS soul speak spirit stand subjunctive mood sword Tarpeian Rock thee thine Thou art thou hast tongue tribunes unto voices Volsces Volscians Volumnia wife Wolsey words
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第 256 頁 - Let's dry our eyes: and thus far hear me, Cromwell; And, when I am forgotten, as I shall be, And sleep in dull cold marble, where no mention Of me more must be heard of, say, I taught thee...
第 254 頁 - This many summers in a sea of glory, But far beyond my depth: my high-blown pride At length broke under me, and now has left me, Weary and old with service, to the mercy Of a rude stream that must for ever hide me.
第 241 頁 - Orpheus with his lute made trees, And the mountain-tops that freeze, Bow themselves, when he did sing : To his music, plants and flowers Ever sprung : as sun and showers There had made a lasting spring. Every thing that heard him play, Even the billows of the sea, Hung their heads, and then lay by. In sweet music is such art, Killing care and grief of heart Fall asleep, or hearing, die.
第 255 頁 - Long in his highness' favour, and do justice For truth's sake and his conscience; that his bones, When he has run his course and sleeps in blessings, May have a tomb of orphans
第 255 頁 - Why, well ; Never so truly happy, my good Cromwell. I know myself now ; and I feel within me A peace above all earthly dignities, A still and quiet conscience.
第 149 頁 - Grief fills the room up of my absent child, Lies in his bed, walks up and down with me, Puts on his pretty looks, repeats his words, Remembers me of all his gracious parts, Stuffs out his vacant garments with his form; Then, have I reason to be fond of grief ? Fare you well: had you such a loss as I, I could give better comfort than you do.
第 153 頁 - To gild refined gold, to paint the lily, To throw a perfume on the violet, To smooth the ice, or add another hue Unto the rainbow, or with taper-light To seek the beauteous eye of heaven to garnish, Is wasteful, and ridiculous excess.
第 256 頁 - Love thyself last : cherish those hearts that hate thee; Corruption wins not more than honesty. Still in thy right hand carry gentle peace, To silence envious tongues.
第 169 頁 - Who deserves greatness Deserves your hate; and your affections are A sick man's appetite, who desires most that Which would increase his evil. He that depends Upon your favours swims with fins of lead, And hews down oaks with rushes. Hang ye! Trust ye! With every minute you do change a mind; And call him noble that was now your hate, Him vile that was your garland.
第 148 頁 - And, father cardinal, I have heard you say That we shall see and know our friends in heaven : If that be true, I shall see my boy again ; VOL.