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Antonio art thou Bard Bardolph Bass Bassanio Beatr Beatrice Bened beseech blood brother Captain chuse Claud Claudio Comedy Constable of France cousin Dogb dost thou doth ducats Duke Earl Earl of Westmoreland Eastcheap England Enter Exeunt Exit fair faith Falstaff Farce father fear Fluellen France Gentlemen give Gloster Gower grace Gratiano Harfleur Harry hath hear heart Heaven Hero honour horse Host Hostess Jessica King Henry knave lady Laun Launcelot Leon Leonato liege look lord Lorenzo majesty marry Master Master Constable merry Montjoy Nerissa never night noble Pedro Pist Pistol Poins pray thee Prince John Prince of Wales SCENE Shal Shallow Shylock Sir John Sir John Falstaff soldier speak swear sweet tell thine thing thou art thou hast Trumpets unto Venice Westmoreland
第75页 - When that this body did contain a spirit, A kingdom for it was too small a bound; But now two paces of the vilest earth Is room enough: — this earth that bears thee dead Bears not alive so stout a gentleman.
第17页 - How like a fawning publican he looks ! I hate him for he is a Christian • But more, for that, in low simplicity, He lends out money gratis, and brings down The rate of usance here with us in Venice.
第62页 - Nay, take my life and all, pardon not that: You take my house, when you do take the prop That doth sustain my house; you take my life, When you do take the means whereby I live.
第51页 - Wilt thou upon the high and giddy mast Seal up the shipboy'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51页 - With deafning 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17页 - My liege, I did deny no prisoners. But, I remember, when the fight was done, When I was dry with rage, and extreme toil, Breathless and faint, leaning upon my sword, Came there a certain lord, neat, trimly...
第50页 - And rouse him at the name of Crispian. He that shall live this day, and see old age, Will yearly on the vigil feast his neighbours, And say, 'To-morrow is Saint Crispian:' Then will he strip his sleeve and show his scars, And say, 'These wounds I had on Crispin's day.
第50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...