The Works of Shakespeare in Twelve Volumes: Collated with the Oldest Copies and Corrected: with Notes Explanatory and Critical, 第 3 卷R. Crowder, 1772 |
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第267页
... Shep . I would there were no age between ten and three - and - twenty , or that youth would fleep out the reft : for there is nothing in the between but getting wenches with child , wronging the an- cientry , ftealing , fighting - Hark ...
... Shep . I would there were no age between ten and three - and - twenty , or that youth would fleep out the reft : for there is nothing in the between but getting wenches with child , wronging the an- cientry , ftealing , fighting - Hark ...
第268页
... Shep . Why , boy , how is it ? 1 Clo . I would you did but fee how it chafes , how it rages , how it takes up the fhore ; but that's not to the point ; oh , the moft piteous cry of the poor fouls ! fometimes to fee ' em , and not to fee ...
... Shep . Why , boy , how is it ? 1 Clo . I would you did but fee how it chafes , how it rages , how it takes up the fhore ; but that's not to the point ; oh , the moft piteous cry of the poor fouls ! fometimes to fee ' em , and not to fee ...
第269页
... Shep . Would I had been by to have helped the nobleman . Clo . I would you had been by the fhip - fide , to have helped her ; there your charity would have Jacked footing . [ Afide . Shep . Heavy matters , heavy matters ! but look thee ...
... Shep . Would I had been by to have helped the nobleman . Clo . I would you had been by the fhip - fide , to have helped her ; there your charity would have Jacked footing . [ Afide . Shep . Heavy matters , heavy matters ! but look thee ...
第270页
... Shep This is Fairy gold , boy , and will prove fo . Up with it , keep it clofe : home , home , the next way . We are lucky , boy ; and to be fo ftill , re- quires nothing but fecrefy . Let my fheep go . Come , good boy , the next way ...
... Shep This is Fairy gold , boy , and will prove fo . Up with it , keep it clofe : home , home , the next way . We are lucky , boy ; and to be fo ftill , re- quires nothing but fecrefy . Let my fheep go . Come , good boy , the next way ...
第280页
... Shep . Fy , daughter ; when my old wife liv'd , upon This day the was both pantler , butler , cook , Both dame and fervant ; welcomed all , ferved all ; Would fing her fong , and dance her turn ; now here upper end o ' the table , now i ...
... Shep . Fy , daughter ; when my old wife liv'd , upon This day the was both pantler , butler , cook , Both dame and fervant ; welcomed all , ferved all ; Would fing her fong , and dance her turn ; now here upper end o ' the table , now i ...
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第124页 - Biron they call him ; but a merrier man, Within the limit of becoming mirth, I never spent an hour's talk withal. His eye begets occasion for his wit ; For every object that the one doth catch, The other turns to a mirth-moving jest...
第281页 - For you there's rosemary and rue; these keep Seeming and savour all the winter long: Grace and remembrance be to you both, And welcome to our shearing!
第229页 - Why, then the world, and all that's in't, is nothing; The covering sky is nothing ; Bohemia nothing; My wife is nothing; nor nothing have these nothings, If this be nothing.
第213页 - While greasy Joan doth keel the pot. When all aloud the wind doth blow, And coughing drowns the parson's saw, And birds sit brooding in the snow, And Marian's nose looks red and raw, When roasted crabs hiss in the bowl, Then nightly sings the staring owl, Tu-whit; Tu-who, a merry note, While greasy Joan doth keel the pot.