The Dramatic Works of Shakespeare: With a Life, 第 4 卷C & C Whittingham, 1828 |
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第 103 頁
... horse , to horse ! urge doubts to them that fear . Willo . Hold out my horse , and I will first be [ Exeunt . there . SCENE II . The same . A Room in the Palace . Enter Queen , BUSHY , and BAGOT . Bushy . Madam , your majesty is too ...
... horse , to horse ! urge doubts to them that fear . Willo . Hold out my horse , and I will first be [ Exeunt . there . SCENE II . The same . A Room in the Palace . Enter Queen , BUSHY , and BAGOT . Bushy . Madam , your majesty is too ...
第 114 頁
... horses ' hoofs : As a long parted mother with her child Plays fondly with her tears , and smiles , in meet- ing ; So , weeping , smiling , greet I thee , my earth , And do thee favour with my royal hands . Feed not thy sovereign's foe ...
... horses ' hoofs : As a long parted mother with her child Plays fondly with her tears , and smiles , in meet- ing ; So , weeping , smiling , greet I thee , my earth , And do thee favour with my royal hands . Feed not thy sovereign's foe ...
第 131 頁
... horse ! Fitz . How fondly dost thou spur a forward If I dare eat , or drink , or breathe , or live , I dare meet Surrey in a wilderness , And spit upon him , whilst I say , he lies , And lies , and lies : there is my bond of faith , To ...
... horse ! Fitz . How fondly dost thou spur a forward If I dare eat , or drink , or breathe , or live , I dare meet Surrey in a wilderness , And spit upon him , whilst I say , he lies , And lies , and lies : there is my bond of faith , To ...
第 143 頁
... horse . God for his mercy ! what treachery is here ! Duch . Why , what is it , my lord ? York . Give me my boots , I say ; saddle my horse : - Now by mine honour , by my life , my troth , I will appeach the villain . [ Exit Servant ...
... horse . God for his mercy ! what treachery is here ! Duch . Why , what is it , my lord ? York . Give me my boots , I say ; saddle my horse : - Now by mine honour , by my life , my troth , I will appeach the villain . [ Exit Servant ...
第 144 頁
... horse ; Spur , post ; and get before him to the king , And beg thy pardon ere he do accuse thee . I'll not be long behind ; though I be old , I doubt not but to ride as fast as York : And never will I rise up from the ground , Till ...
... horse ; Spur , post ; and get before him to the king , And beg thy pardon ere he do accuse thee . I'll not be long behind ; though I be old , I doubt not but to ride as fast as York : And never will I rise up from the ground , Till ...
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arms art thou Aumerle Bard Bardolph Bast Bishop of Carlisle blood Boling Bolingbroke breath brother Const cousin crown dead death dost thou doth Duch duke earl Eastcheap England Enter KING Exeunt Exit eyes fair faith Falstaff Farewell father FAULCONBRIDGE fear France friends Gaunt give Glend grace grief hand Harry Harry Percy hath head hear heart heaven HENRY hither honour horse Host Hubert JAMES GURNEY John of Gaunt KING JOHN King Richard Lady Lancaster land liege live look lord majesty master never night noble North Northumberland peace Percy Pist Poins pr'ythee pray prince PRINCE JOHN prince of Wales Queen Re-enter Rich SCENE Shal Shallow shame Sir John Sir John Falstaff soul speak sweet sword tell thee thine thou art thou hast tongue true uncle Westmoreland wilt word York
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第 90 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? Or wallow naked in December snow By thinking on fantastic summer's heat?
第 117 頁 - Scoffing his state and grinning at his pomp, Allowing him a breath, a little scene, To monarchize, be fear'd, and kill with looks, Infusing him with self and vain conceit, As if this flesh which walls about our life Were brass impregnable, and, humour'd thus Comes at the last and with a little pin Bores through his castle wall, and farewell king...
第 224 頁 - tis no matter; honour pricks me on. Yea, but how if honour prick me off when I come on ? how then ? Can honour set to a leg? no: or an arm? no: or take away the grief of a wound? no. Honour hath no skill in surgery, then? no. What is honour? a word. What is in that word honour? what is that honour? air. A trim reckoning! Who hath it? he that died o
第 116 頁 - Let'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 ? Our lands, our lives, and all are Bolingbroke's, And nothing can we call our own, but death ; And that small model of the barren earth, Which serves as paste and cover to our bones.
第 190 頁 - Harry, I do not only marvel where thou spendest thy time, but also how thou art accompanied : for though the camomile, the more it is trodden on, the faster it grows, yet youth, the more it is wasted, the sooner it wears.
第 41 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.