Complete Works of W. ShakespeareW.P. Nimmo, 1864 - 715页 |
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... death , as to a bed That longing I have been sick for , ere I'd yield My body up to shame . Ang . Then must your ... death , But thy unkindness shall his death draw out To lingering sufferance . Answer me to - morrow , LACT 11 .
... death , as to a bed That longing I have been sick for , ere I'd yield My body up to shame . Ang . Then must your ... death , But thy unkindness shall his death draw out To lingering sufferance . Answer me to - morrow , LACT 11 .
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... death ; either death or life Shall thereby be the sweeter . Reason thus with life : - If I do lose thee , I do lose a thing That none but fools would keep : a breath thou art , ( Servile to all the skiey influences . ) That dost this ...
... death ; either death or life Shall thereby be the sweeter . Reason thus with life : - If I do lose thee , I do lose a thing That none but fools would keep : a breath thou art , ( Servile to all the skiey influences . ) That dost this ...
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... death : ' Tis now dead midnight , and by eight to - monow Thou must be made immortal . Where's Barnardine ? Claud . As fast lock'd up in sleep , as guiltless labour When it lies starkly in the traveller's bones : He will not wake . Prov ...
... death : ' Tis now dead midnight , and by eight to - monow Thou must be made immortal . Where's Barnardine ? Claud . As fast lock'd up in sleep , as guiltless labour When it lies starkly in the traveller's bones : He will not wake . Prov ...
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... death ; perchance , entering into some monastery ; but , by chance , nothing of what is writ . Look , the unfolding star calls up the shepherd : put not yourself into amazement , how these things should be ; all difficulties are but ...
... death ; perchance , entering into some monastery ; but , by chance , nothing of what is writ . Look , the unfolding star calls up the shepherd : put not yourself into amazement , how these things should be ; all difficulties are but ...
第62页
... death , Is all the grace I beg . Duke . Come hither , Mariana : -- Say , wast thou e'er contracted to this woman ? Ang . I was , my lord . Duke . Go take her hence , and marry her instantly.- Do you the office , friar ; which consummate ...
... death , Is all the grace I beg . Duke . Come hither , Mariana : -- Say , wast thou e'er contracted to this woman ? Ang . I was , my lord . Duke . Go take her hence , and marry her instantly.- Do you the office , friar ; which consummate ...
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第306页 - This story shall the good man teach his son ; And Crispin Crispian shall ne'er go by, From this day to the ending of the world, But we in it shall be remembered : We few, we happy few, we band of brothers ; For he to-day that sheds his blood with me Shall be my brother ; be he ne'er so vile, This day shall gentle his condition : And gentlemen in England, now a-bed, Shall think themselves accurs'd they were not here ; And hold their manhoods cheap, whiles any speaks That fought with us upon saint...
第viii页 - Many were the wit-combats betwixt him and Ben Jonson, which two I behold like a Spanish great galleon, and an English man-of-war ; Master Jonson (like the former) was built far higher in learning ; solid, but slow in his performances. Shakespeare with the English man-ofwar, lesser in bulk, but lighter in sailing, could turn with all tides, tack about and take advantage of all winds, by the quickness of his wit and invention.
第117页 - The eye of man hath not heard, the ear of man hath not seen ; man's hand is not able to taste, his tongue to conceive, nor his heart to report, what my dream was.
第6页 - I' the commonwealth I would by contraries Execute all things: For no kind of traffic Would I admit; no name of magistrate; Letters should not be known ; riches, poverty, And use of service, none; contract, succession, Bourn, bound of land, tilth, vineyard, none; No use of metal, corn, or wine, or oil; No occupation; all men idle, all, And women too, but innocent and pure : No sovereignty— Seb.
第294页 - 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 hum,...
第243页 - This blessed plot, this earth, this realm, this England, This nurse, this teeming womb of royal kings, Fear'd by their breed and famous by their birth, Renowned for their deeds as far from home, For Christian service and true chivalry...
第256页 - I'll sup. Farewell. Poins. Farewell, my lord. [Exit POINS. P. Hen. I know you all, and will a while uphold The unyok'd humour of your idleness : Yet herein will I imitate the sun, Who doth permit the base contagious clouds ' To smother up his beauty from the world, That when he please again to be himself, Being wanted, he may be more wonder'd at, By breaking through the foul and ugly mists Of vapours, that did seem to strangle him.
第170页 - To painful labour, both by sea and land ; To watch the night in storms, the day in cold, While thou liest warm at home, secure and safe ; And craves no other tribute at thy hands, But love, fair looks, and true obedience, — Too little payment for so great a debt.
第8页 - The harmony of their tongues hath into bondage Brought my too diligent ear : for several virtues Have I liked several women ; never any With so full soul, but some defect in her Did quarrel with the noblest grace she owed, And put it to the foil : but you, O you, So perfect, and so peerless, are created Of every creature's best.