The Works of William Shakespeare, 第 4 卷Munroe, Francis & Parker, 1810 |
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第12页
... leave a while ? Gur . Good leave , good Philip . Bast . Philip ? -sparrow ! -James , 3 There's toys abroad ; anon I'll tell thee more . [ Exit GURNEY . -Madam , I was not old sir Robert's son ; Sir Robert might have eat his part in me ...
... leave a while ? Gur . Good leave , good Philip . Bast . Philip ? -sparrow ! -James , 3 There's toys abroad ; anon I'll tell thee more . [ Exit GURNEY . -Madam , I was not old sir Robert's son ; Sir Robert might have eat his part in me ...
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... leave your children , wives , and you , in peace . But if you fondly pass our proffer'd offer , ' Tis not the roundure of your old - fac'd walls , Can hide you from our messengers of war ; Though all these English , and their discipline ...
... leave your children , wives , and you , in peace . But if you fondly pass our proffer'd offer , ' Tis not the roundure of your old - fac'd walls , Can hide you from our messengers of war ; Though all these English , and their discipline ...
第22页
... English Herald falls somewhat below his antagonist . Silver ar mour gilt with blood is a poor image JOHNSON . [ 4 ] i . e . cannot be estimated . MAL . Whose passage , vex'd with thy impediment , Shall leave 22 ACT 11 . KING JOHN .
... English Herald falls somewhat below his antagonist . Silver ar mour gilt with blood is a poor image JOHNSON . [ 4 ] i . e . cannot be estimated . MAL . Whose passage , vex'd with thy impediment , Shall leave 22 ACT 11 . KING JOHN .
第23页
William Shakespeare. Whose passage , vex'd with thy impediment , Shall leave his native channel , and o'erswell With course disturb'd even thy confining shores ; Unless thou let his silver water keep A peaceful progress to the ocean . K ...
William Shakespeare. Whose passage , vex'd with thy impediment , Shall leave his native channel , and o'erswell With course disturb'd even thy confining shores ; Unless thou let his silver water keep A peaceful progress to the ocean . K ...
第24页
... Leave them as naked as the vulgar air . That done , dissever your united strengths , And part your mingled colours once again ; Turn face to face , and bloody point to point : Then , in a moment , fortune shall cull forth Out of one ...
... Leave them as naked as the vulgar air . That done , dissever your united strengths , And part your mingled colours once again ; Turn face to face , and bloody point to point : Then , in a moment , fortune shall cull forth Out of one ...
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第46页 - And that small model of the barren earth, Which serves as paste and cover to our bones. For heaven's sake, let us sit upon the ground, And tell sad stories of the death of kings : — How some have been depos'd, some slain in war...
第39页 - Wilt thou upon the high and giddy mast, Seal up the ship-boy's eyes, and rock his brains In cradle of the rude imperious surge. And in the visitation of the winds, Who take the ruffian billows by the top, Curling their monstrous heads, and hanging them With deaf ning clamours in the slippery clouds, That, with the hurly, death itself awakes...
第13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39页 - With deaf'ning clamours in the slippery clouds, That, with the hurly, death itself awakes ? Canst thou, O partial sleep! give thy repose To the wet sea-boy in an hour so rude; And, in the calmest and most stillest night, With all appliances and means to boot, Deny it to a king ? Then, happy low, lie down ! Uneasy lies the head that wears a crown.
第2页 - Piece out our imperfections with your thoughts ; Into a thousand parts divide one man, And make imaginary puissance ; Think, when we talk of horses, that you see them Printing their proud hoofs i...
第45页 - 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2页 - O, for a muse of fire, that would ascend The brightest heaven of invention ! A kingdom for a stage, princes to act, And monarchs to behold the swelling scene ! Then should the warlike Harry, like himself, Assume the port of Mars ; and, at his heels, Leash'd in like hounds, should famine, sword, and fire, Crouch for employment.
第51页 - 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60页 - God's peace! I would not lose so great an honour As one man more, methinks, would share from me For the best hope I have. O, do not wish one more! Rather proclaim it, Westmoreland, through my host, That he which hath no stomach to this fight, Let him depart; his passport shall be made And crowns for convoy put into his purse. We would not die in that man's company That fears his fellowship to die with us. This day is call'd the feast of Crispian.
第24页 - This land of such dear souls, this dear, dear land, Dear for her reputation through the world, Is now leas'd out (I die pronouncing it), Like to a tenement, or pelting farm: England, bound in with the triumphant sea, Whose rocky shore beats back the envious siege Of watery Neptune, is now bound in with shame, With inky blots, and rotten parchment bonds: That England, that was wont to conquer others, Hath made a shameful conquest of itself.