The Plays of William Shakespeare: Accurately Printed from the Text of the Corrected Copy Left by the Late George Steevens, Esq. ; with Glossarial Notes, 第 7 卷 |
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第 166 頁
Things done well , And with a care , exempt themselves from fear ; Things done
without example , in their issue Are to be fear'd . Have you a precedent Of this
commission ? I believe , not any . We must not rend our subjects from our laws ,
And ...
Things done well , And with a care , exempt themselves from fear ; Things done
without example , in their issue Are to be fear'd . Have you a precedent Of this
commission ? I believe , not any . We must not rend our subjects from our laws ,
And ...
第 180 頁
Accurately Printed from the Text of the Corrected Copy Left by the Late George
Steevens, Esq. ; with Glossarial Notes William Shakespeare. Your grace , Lov .
Yes , my lord . Wol . I fear , with dancing is a little heated . K. Hen . I fear , too
much .
Accurately Printed from the Text of the Corrected Copy Left by the Late George
Steevens, Esq. ; with Glossarial Notes William Shakespeare. Your grace , Lov .
Yes , my lord . Wol . I fear , with dancing is a little heated . K. Hen . I fear , too
much .
第 233 頁
Be just , and fear not : Let all the ends , thou aim'st at , be thy country's , Thy God's
, and truth's ; then if thou fall'st , O Cromwell , Thou fall'st a blessed martyr . Serve
the king ; And , -Pr'ythee , lead me in : There take an inventory of all I have , To ...
Be just , and fear not : Let all the ends , thou aim'st at , be thy country's , Thy God's
, and truth's ; then if thou fall'st , O Cromwell , Thou fall'st a blessed martyr . Serve
the king ; And , -Pr'ythee , lead me in : There take an inventory of all I have , To ...
第 272 頁
... for all shall stay , This little one shall make it holiday . [ Exeunt . EPILOGUE . '
Tis ten to one , this play can never please All that are here : Some come to take
their ease , And sleep an act or two ; but those , we fear , We have frighted with
our ...
... for all shall stay , This little one shall make it holiday . [ Exeunt . EPILOGUE . '
Tis ten to one , this play can never please All that are here : Some come to take
their ease , And sleep an act or two ; but those , we fear , We have frighted with
our ...
第 336 頁
The imaginary relish is so sweet That it enchants my sense ; What will it be ,
When that the watry palate tastes indeed Love's thrice - reputed nectar ? death , I
fear me ; Swooning destruction ; or some joy too fine , Too subtle - potent , tun'd
too ...
The imaginary relish is so sweet That it enchants my sense ; What will it be ,
When that the watry palate tastes indeed Love's thrice - reputed nectar ? death , I
fear me ; Swooning destruction ; or some joy too fine , Too subtle - potent , tun'd
too ...
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第 4 頁 - I, that am curtail'd of this fair proportion, Cheated of feature by dissembling Nature, Deform'd, unfinish'd, sent before my time Into this breathing world, scarce half made up, And that so lamely and unfashionable That dogs bark at me as I halt by them...
第 136 頁 - My conscience hath a thousand several tongues, And every tongue brings in a several tale, And every tale condemns me for a villain. Perjury, perjury, in the high'st degree, Murder, stern murder, in the dir'st degree ; All several sins, all used in each degree, Throng to the bar, crying all, — Guilty ! guilty ! I shall despair.
第 231 頁 - Love thyself last: cherish those hearts that hate thee; Corruption wins not more than honesty. Still in thy right hand carry gentle peace To silence envious tongues. Be just, and fear not: Let all the ends thou aim'st at be thy country's, Thy God's, and truth's; then if thou fall'st, O Cromwell, Thou fall'st a blessed martyr!
第 231 頁 - Still in thy right hand carry gentle peace, To silence envious tongues. Be just, and fear not : Let all the ends, thou aim'st at, be thy country's, Thy God's, and truth's ; then if thou fall'st, O Cromwell, Thou fall'st a blessed martyr.
第 240 頁 - He was a scholar, and a ripe and good one ; Exceeding wise, fair spoken, and persuading : Lofty and sour to them that lov'd him not ; But, to those men that sought him, sweet as summer And though he were unsatisfied in getting, (Which was a sin,) yet in bestowing, madam, He was most princely...
第 345 頁 - That no man is the lord of any thing, (Though in and of him there be much consisting,) Till he communicate his parts to others : Nor doth he of himself know them for aught Till he behold them form'd in the applause Where they are extended ; which, like an arch, reverberates The voice again ; or like a gate of steel Fronting the sun, receives and renders back His figure and his heat.
第 369 頁 - Fie, fie upon her! There's language in her eye, her cheek, her lip, Nay, her foot speaks ; her wanton spirits look out At every joint and motive of her body.
第 231 頁 - Cromwell, I did not think to shed a tear In all my miseries ; but thou hast forced me, Out of thy honest truth, to play the woman. Let's dry our eyes : And thus far hear me, Cromwell...
第 33 頁 - I have pass'da miserable night, So full of fearful dreams, of ugly sights, That, as I am a christian faithful man, I would not spend another such a night, ' Though 'twere to buy a world of happy days ; So full of dismal terror was the time.
第 34 頁 - Who pass'd, methought, the melancholy flood, With that grim ferryman which poets write of, Unto the kingdom of perpetual night. The first that there did greet my stranger soul, Was my great father-in-law, renowned Warwick; Who cried aloud, ' What scourge for perjury Can this dark monarchy afford false Clarence...