The Family Shakspeare: In Ten Volumes; in which Nothing is Added to the Original Text; But Those Words and Expressions are Omitted which Cannot with Propriety be Read Aloud in a Family, 第 10 卷Longman, Hurst, Rees, Orme, and Brown, 1818 |
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... gone . Rom . Give me a torch " , ambling ; I am not for this Being but heavy , I will bear the light . Mer . Nay , gentle Romeo , we must have you dance . Rom . Not I , believe me : you have dancing shoes , With nimble soles : I have a ...
... gone . Rom . Give me a torch " , ambling ; I am not for this Being but heavy , I will bear the light . Mer . Nay , gentle Romeo , we must have you dance . Rom . Not I , believe me : you have dancing shoes , With nimble soles : I have a ...
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... gone : - gone , ' tis You are welcome , gentlemen ! - Come , musicians , play . A hall ! a hall ! give room , and foot it girls . [ Music plays , and they dance . More light , ye knaves ; and turn the tables up , And quench the fire ...
... gone : - gone , ' tis You are welcome , gentlemen ! - Come , musicians , play . A hall ! a hall ! give room , and foot it girls . [ Music plays , and they dance . More light , ye knaves ; and turn the tables up , And quench the fire ...
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... gone ; We have a trifling foolish banquet towards . - Is it e'en so ? Why , then I thank you all ; - I thank you , honest gentlemen ; good night : More torches here ?. Come on , then let ' s to bed . Ah , sirrah , [ To 2 Cap . ] by my ...
... gone ; We have a trifling foolish banquet towards . - Is it e'en so ? Why , then I thank you all ; - I thank you , honest gentlemen ; good night : More torches here ?. Come on , then let ' s to bed . Ah , sirrah , [ To 2 Cap . ] by my ...
第 36 頁
... gone : And yet no further than a wanton's bird ; Who lets it hop a little from her hand , Like a poor prisoner in his twisted gyves * , And with a silk thread plucks it back again , So loving - jealous of his liberty . Rom . I would , I ...
... gone : And yet no further than a wanton's bird ; Who lets it hop a little from her hand , Like a poor prisoner in his twisted gyves * , And with a silk thread plucks it back again , So loving - jealous of his liberty . Rom . I would , I ...
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... gone , and hath nothing ? · - Ben . What , art thou hurt ? Mer . Ay , ay , a scratch , a scratch ; marry , ' tis enough . - Where is my page ? go , villain , fetch a surgeon . you [ Exit Page . Rom . Courage , man ; the hurt cannot be ...
... gone , and hath nothing ? · - Ben . What , art thou hurt ? Mer . Ay , ay , a scratch , a scratch ; marry , ' tis enough . - Where is my page ? go , villain , fetch a surgeon . you [ Exit Page . Rom . Courage , man ; the hurt cannot be ...
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第 169 頁 - Be not too tame neither, but let your own discretion be your tutor. Suit the action to the word, the word to the action; with this special observance, that you o'erstep not the modesty of nature...
第 179 頁 - Why, look you now, how unworthy a thing you make of me ! You would play upon me ; you would seem to know my stops ; you would pluck out the heart of my mystery ; you would sound me from my lowest note to the top of my compass : and there is much music, excellent voice, in this little organ ; yet cannot you make it speak. 'Sblood, do you think I am easier to be played on than a pipe ? Call me what instrument you will, though you can fret me, you cannot play upon me.
第 273 頁 - Twere now to be most happy; for I fear My soul hath her content so absolute That not another comfort like to this Succeeds in unknown fate.
第 170 頁 - No, let the candied tongue lick absurd pomp; And crook the pregnant hinges of the knee, Where thrift may follow fawning. Dost thou hear ? Since my dear soul was mistress of her choice, And could of men distinguish her election, She hath seal'd thee for herself: for thou hast been As one, in suffering all, that suffers nothing ; A man, that fortune's buffets and rewards Hast ta'en with equal thanks...
第 167 頁 - The courtier's, soldier's, scholar's, eye, tongue, sword : The expectancy and rose of the fair state, The glass of fashion and the mould of form, The observ'd of all observers, — quite, quite down ! And I, of ladies most deject and wretched, That suck'd the honey of his music vows, Now see that noble and most sovereign reason, Like sweet bells jangled, out of tune and harsh...
第 232 頁 - tis not to come; if it be not to come, it will be now ; if it be not now, yet it will come : the readiness is all : Since no man, of aught he leaves, knows, what is't to leave betimes ?
第 161 頁 - I know my course. The spirit that I have seen May be the devil : and the devil hath power To assume a pleasing shape; yea, and perhaps Out of my weakness and my melancholy, — As he is very potent with such spirits, — Abuses me to damn me: I'll have grounds More relative than this: — the play's the thing Wherein I'll catch the conscience of the king.
第 22 頁 - Her waggon-spokes made of long spinners' legs The cover, of the wings of grasshoppers ; The traces, of the smallest spider's web ; The collars, of the moonshine's...
第 180 頁 - Tis now the very witching time of night, When churchyards yawn, and hell itself breathes out Contagion to this world : now could I drink hot blood, And do such bitter business as the day Would quake to look on.
第 113 頁 - In the most high and palmy state of Rome, A little ere the mightiest Julius fell, The graves stood tenantless, and the sheeted dead Did squeak and gibber in the Roman streets...