Shakespeare's Works, 第 6 卷Harper & brothers, 1884 |
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1st quarto Angiers arms Arthur Aumerle Bagot Bastard Bishop of Carlisle Blanch blood Bolingbroke breath Bretagne brother Bushy Camb Castle Clarke Coll Constance cousin crown death dost doth Duchess Duke of Hereford Duke of Norfolk Earl early eds edition Elinor England English Enter Exeunt eyes fair father Faulconbridge fear folio folio reading France Gaunt give grace grief hand hath heart heaven Henry Henry IV Holinshed honour Hubert John of Gaunt King John King Philip King Richard king's Lady Lancaster land Lear Lewis liege lord Macb majesty Malone mother night noble Northumberland oath old play Pandulph passage peace Pembroke Percy Pope prince Queen Rich Richard II royal Salisbury SCENE Schmidt Shakespeare Sir Robert Sonn sorrow soul speak Steevens swear sweet sword tears Temp thee Theo thine thou art tongue traitor uncle word York
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第 69 頁 - This royal throne of kings, this scepter'd isle, This earth of majesty, this seat of Mars, This other Eden demi-paradise ; This fortress, built by nature for herself, Against infection, and the hand of war; This happy breed of men, this little world, This precious stone set in the silver sea, Which serves it in the office of a wall Or as a moat defensive to a house, Against the envy of less happier lands; This blessed plot, this earth, this realm, this England...
第 96 頁 - Cover your heads and mock not flesh and blood With solemn reverence : throw away respect, Tradition, form and ceremonious duty, For you have but mistook me all this while : I live with bread like you, feel want, Taste grief, need friends : subjected thus, How can you say to me, I am a king ? Car.
第 95 頁 - s talk of graves, of worms, and epitaphs ; Make dust our paper, and with rainy eyes Write sorrow on the bosom of the earth. Let 's choose executors, and talk of wills : And yet not so, — for what can we bequeath, Save our deposed bodies to the ground?
第 90 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?
第 128 頁 - God save him!" No joyful tongue gave him his welcome home: But dust was thrown upon his sacred head; Which with such gentle sorrow he shook off, — .His face still combating with tears and smiles , The badges of his grief and patience , — That had not God , for some strong purpose , steel'd The hearts of men , they must perforce have melted , And barbarism itself have pitied him.
第 130 頁 - This England never did, nor never shall, Lie at the proud foot of a conqueror. But when it first did help to wound itself. Now these her princes are come home again, Come the three corners of the world in arms, And we shall shock them : naught shall make us rue, If England to itself do rest but true.
第 217 頁 - Perhaps their loves, or else their sheep, Was all that did their silly thoughts so busy keep.
第 65 頁 - O ! who can hold a fire in his hand By thinking on the frosty Caucasus? Or cloy the hungry edge of appetite By bare imagination of a feast?
第 51 頁 - The purest treasure mortal times afford Is spotless reputation ; that away, Men are but gilded loam or painted clay.
第 64 頁 - Must I not serve a long apprenticehood To foreign passages ; and in the end, Having my freedom, boast of nothing else, But that I was a journeyman to grief? Gaunt. All places that the eye of heaven visits, Are to a wise man ports and happy havens : Teach thy necessity to reason thusj There is no virtue like necessity.