The Dramatic Works of William Shakspeare, from the Text of Johnson, Stevens and Reed: With Glossarial Notes, Life, &c, 第 3 卷Routledge, Warne & Routledge, 1862 |
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... eyes of France , Yea , strike the Dauphin blind to look on us . And tell the pleasant prince , -this mock of his Hath turn'd his balls to gun - stones ; and his soul Shall stand sore charged for the wasteful vengeance That shall fly ...
... eyes of France , Yea , strike the Dauphin blind to look on us . And tell the pleasant prince , -this mock of his Hath turn'd his balls to gun - stones ; and his soul Shall stand sore charged for the wasteful vengeance That shall fly ...
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... eye a terrible aspect ; Let it pry through the portage of the head , Like the brass cannon ; let the brow o'erwhelm it ... eyes . I see you stand like greyhounds in the slips , Straining upon the start . The game's afoot ; Follow your ...
... eye a terrible aspect ; Let it pry through the portage of the head , Like the brass cannon ; let the brow o'erwhelm it ... eyes . I see you stand like greyhounds in the slips , Straining upon the start . The game's afoot ; Follow your ...
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... eyes of mine tak themselves to slumber , aile do gude service , or aile ligge i ' the grund for it ; ay , or go to death ; and aile pay it as valorously as I may , that sall I surely do , that is the breff and the long : Marry , I wad ...
... eyes of mine tak themselves to slumber , aile do gude service , or aile ligge i ' the grund for it ; ay , or go to death ; and aile pay it as valorously as I may , that sall I surely do , that is the breff and the long : Marry , I wad ...
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... eyes , to signify to you that fortune is plind : And she is painted also with a wheel ; to signify to you , which is the moral of it , that she is turning , and inconstant , and variations , and mutabilities : and her foot , look you ...
... eyes , to signify to you that fortune is plind : And she is painted also with a wheel ; to signify to you , which is the moral of it , that she is turning , and inconstant , and variations , and mutabilities : and her foot , look you ...
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... eyes , And doubt them with superfluous courage : Ha ! Ram . What , will you have them weep our horses ' blood ? How shall we then behold their natural tears ? Enter a MESSENGER . Mess . The English are embattled , you French peers . Con ...
... eyes , And doubt them with superfluous courage : Ha ! Ram . What , will you have them weep our horses ' blood ? How shall we then behold their natural tears ? Enter a MESSENGER . Mess . The English are embattled , you French peers . Con ...
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第 47 頁 - God's will ! I pray thee, wish not one man more. By Jove, I am not covetous for gold, Nor care I who doth feed upon my cost ; It yearns me not if men my garments wear ; Such outward things dwell not in my desires : But if it be a sin to covet honour, I am the most offending soul alive.
第 24 頁 - Disguise fair nature with hard-favour'd rage; Then lend the eye a terrible aspect; Let it pry through the portage of the head Like the brass cannon; let the brow o'erwhelm it As fearfully as doth a galled rock O'erhang and jutty his confounded base, Swill'd with the wild and wasteful ocean.
第 24 頁 - Once more unto the breach, dear friends, once more; Or close the wall up with our English dead. In peace there's nothing so becomes a man As modest stillness and humility: But when the blast of war blows in our ears, Then imitate the action of the tiger; Stiffen the sinews, summon up the blood, Disguise fair nature with hard-favour'd rage; Then lend the eye a terrible aspect...
第 282 頁 - All scatter'd in the bottom of the sea. Some lay in dead men's skulls; and, in those holes Where eyes did once inhabit, there were crept (As 'twere in scorn of eyes,) reflecting gems, That woo'd the slimy bottom of the deep, And mock'd the dead bones that lay scatter'd by.
第 282 頁 - I pass'd, methought, the melancholy flood, With that grim ferryman which poets write of, Unto the kingdom of perpetual night. The first that there did greet my stranger soul, Was my great father-in-law, renowned Warwick, Who cried aloud " What scourge for perjury Can this dark monarchy afford false Clarence ?
第 393 頁 - Corruption wins not more than honesty. Still in thy right hand carry gentle peace, To silence envious tongues. Be just, and fear not : Let all the ends thou aim'st at be thy country's, Thy God's, and truth's : then, if thou fall'st, O Cromwell, Thou fall'st a blessed martyr ! Serve the King ; And, — -pr'ythee, lead me in : There take an inventory of all I have, To the last penny ; 'tis the King's : my robe, And my integrity to Heaven, is all I dare now call mine own. O Cromwell, Cromwell ! Had...
第 222 頁 - God! methinks it were a happy life, To be no better than a homely swain ; To sit upon a hill, as I do now, To carve out dials quaintly, point by point, Thereby to see the minutes how they run, How many make the hour full complete, How many hours bring about the day, How many days will finish up the year, How many years a mortal man may live.
第 8 頁 - Where some, like magistrates, correct at home, Others, like merchants, venture trade abroad, Others, like soldiers, armed in their stings, Make boot upon the summer's velvet buds, Which pillage they with merry march bring home To the tent-royal of their ( emperor; Who, busied in his majesty, surveys The singing masons building roofs of gold, The civil citizens kneading up the honey, The poor mechanic porters crowding in Their heavy burdens at his narrow gate, The sad-eyed justice, with his surly...