The Plays of William Shakespeare ...: Pericles. King Lear. Romeo and JulietT. Bensley, 1800 |
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第 viii 頁
... lords of Tyre . 7 SIMONIDES , king of Pentapolis . CLEON , governor of Tharfus . LYSIMACHUS , governor of Mitylene . CERIMON , a lord of Ephefus . THALIARD , a lord of Antioch . PHILEMON , fervant to Cerimon . LEONINE , fervant to ...
... lords of Tyre . 7 SIMONIDES , king of Pentapolis . CLEON , governor of Tharfus . LYSIMACHUS , governor of Mitylene . CERIMON , a lord of Ephefus . THALIARD , a lord of Antioch . PHILEMON , fervant to Cerimon . LEONINE , fervant to ...
第 7 頁
... and here's gold ; We hate the prince of Tyre , and thou must kill him ; It fits thee not to ask the reason why , Because we bid it . Say , is it done ? B 4 Thal , Thal . ' Tis done . My lord , Ant AЯ 1 . 7 PRINCE OF TYRE .
... and here's gold ; We hate the prince of Tyre , and thou must kill him ; It fits thee not to ask the reason why , Because we bid it . Say , is it done ? B 4 Thal , Thal . ' Tis done . My lord , Ant AЯ 1 . 7 PRINCE OF TYRE .
第 8 頁
William Shakespeare. Thal . ' Tis done . My lord , Ant . Enough ; Enter a Meffenger . Left your breath cool yourself , telling your hafte . Mef . My lord , prince Pericles is fled . [ Exit Meffenger . Ant . As thou Wilt live , fly after ...
William Shakespeare. Thal . ' Tis done . My lord , Ant . Enough ; Enter a Meffenger . Left your breath cool yourself , telling your hafte . Mef . My lord , prince Pericles is fled . [ Exit Meffenger . Ant . As thou Wilt live , fly after ...
第 9 頁
... Lord . Joy and all comfort in your facred breast ! 2 Lord . And keep your mind , till you return to us , Peaceful and comfortable ! Hel . Peace , peace , my lords , and give experience tongue . They do abuse the king , that flatter him ...
... Lord . Joy and all comfort in your facred breast ! 2 Lord . And keep your mind , till you return to us , Peaceful and comfortable ! Hel . Peace , peace , my lords , and give experience tongue . They do abuse the king , that flatter him ...
第 10 頁
... Lords . ] Helicanus , thou Haft moved us : what feeft thou in our looks ? Hel . An angry brow , dread lord . Per . If there be fuch a dart in princes ' frowns , How durft thy tongue move anger to our face ? Hel . How dare the plants ...
... Lords . ] Helicanus , thou Haft moved us : what feeft thou in our looks ? Hel . An angry brow , dread lord . Per . If there be fuch a dart in princes ' frowns , How durft thy tongue move anger to our face ? Hel . How dare the plants ...
常見字詞
Afide againſt art thou Bawd BENVOLIO beſt Boult CAPULET cauſe CLEON Cordelia Corn courſe daughter dead death DIONYZA doft doth Edmund Enter Exeunt Exit eyes faid father fhall fifter fince firſt flain fome Fool forrow foul friar ftand fuch Gent gentleman give GLOSTER gods GONERIL hath heart heaven Helicanus himſelf hither honour houſe huſband itſelf Juliet Kent king King Lear lady laſt Lear lord LYSIMACHUS madam Mantua Marina maſter Mercutio miſtreſs Mitylene moft Montague moſt muſt myſelf night Nurfe Nurſe Pentapolis Pericles pleaſe pleaſure pray prince Prince of Tyre purpoſe Regan Romeo ſay SCENE ſee ſhall ſhe ſhould ſhow ſome ſpeak ſtand ſtay Stew ſuch ſweet tell Tharfus thee there's theſe thine thoſe thou art Tybalt Tyre uſe villain whoſe wife
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第 93 頁 - Thou must be patient; we came crying hither. Thou know'st, the first time that we smell the air, We wawl, and cry: — I will preach to thee; mark me. Glo. Alack, alack the day ! Lear. When we are born, we cry, that we are come To this great stage of fools...
第 18 頁 - Prick'd from the lazy finger of a maid : Her chariot is an empty hazel-nut, Made by the joiner squirrel, or old grub, Time out of mind the fairies' coach-makers. And in this state she gallops night by night Through lovers...
第 52 頁 - O! reason not the need; our basest beggars Are in the poorest thing superfluous: Allow not nature more than nature needs, Man's life is cheap as beast's. Thou art a lady; If only to go warm were gorgeous, Why, nature needs not what thou gorgeous wear'st, Which scarcely keeps thee warm.
第 97 頁 - Death, that hath suck'd the honey of thy breath. Hath had no power yet upon thy beauty: Thou art not conquer'd; beauty's ensign yet Is crimson in thy lips and in thy cheeks. And death's pale flag is not advanced there.
第 116 頁 - KENT. Vex not his ghost: O, let him pass! he hates him That would upon the rack of this tough world Stretch him out longer.
第 21 頁 - O, she doth teach the torches to burn bright! Her beauty hangs upon the cheek of night Like a rich jewel in an Ethiop's ear...
第 114 頁 - I'd use them so That heaven's vault should crack. — She's gone for ever ! — I know when one is dead, and when one lives ; She's dead as earth.
第 46 頁 - These violent delights have violent ends, And in their triumph die; like fire and powder, Which, as they kiss, consume...
第 98 頁 - tis fittest. Cor. How does my royal lord? How fares your majesty? Lear. You do me wrong, to take me out o' the grave. — Thou art a soul in bliss ; but I am bound Upon a wheel of fire, that mine own tears Do scald like molten lead.
第 66 頁 - Wilt thou be gone ? it is not yet near day. It was the nightingale, and not the lark, That pierced the fearful hollow of thine ear; Nightly she sings on yon pomegranate tree. Believe me, love, it was the nightingale.