The Shakespeare reader: with notes, historical and grammatical by W.S. Dalgleish, 第 2 卷 |
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第 148 頁
... 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 ; For since the birth of Cain , the first male child , To him that did but yesterday suspire , * There ...
... 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 ; For since the birth of Cain , the first male child , To him that did but yesterday suspire , * There ...
第 168 頁
... fathers , When you curse them as enemies . 50 60 First Cit . Care for us ! True , indeed ! —They ne'er cared for us yet : suffer us to famish , and their store - houses crammed with grain ; make edicts for usury , to support usurers ...
... fathers , When you curse them as enemies . 50 60 First Cit . Care for us ! True , indeed ! —They ne'er cared for us yet : suffer us to famish , and their store - houses crammed with grain ; make edicts for usury , to support usurers ...
第 191 頁
... them sure of you . This last old man , Cor . Whom with a cracked heart I have sent to Rome , Loved me above the measure of a father ; Nay , godded * me , indeed . Their latest refuge 110 120 Was to send him : for whose old love I.
... them sure of you . This last old man , Cor . Whom with a cracked heart I have sent to Rome , Loved me above the measure of a father ; Nay , godded * me , indeed . Their latest refuge 110 120 Was to send him : for whose old love I.
第 194 頁
... father tearing His country's bowels out . And to poor we Thine enmity's most capital : thou barr'st us Our prayers to the gods , which is a comfort That all but we enjoy ; for how can we , Alas ! how can we for our country pray ...
... father tearing His country's bowels out . And to poor we Thine enmity's most capital : thou barr'st us Our prayers to the gods , which is a comfort That all but we enjoy ; for how can we , Alas ! how can we for our country pray ...
第 201 頁
... father . Sec . Lord . Peace , ho ! no outrage : peace ! The man is noble , and his fame folds - in This orb o ' the earth . His last offences to us Shall have judicious hearing . - Stand , Aufidius , And trouble not the peace . Cor ...
... father . Sec . Lord . Peace , ho ! no outrage : peace ! The man is noble , and his fame folds - in This orb o ' the earth . His last offences to us Shall have judicious hearing . - Stand , Aufidius , And trouble not the peace . Cor ...
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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.