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 4 卷J. Johnson, 1803 |
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... Hubert de Burgh , chamberlain to the King . Robert Faulconbridge , son of Sir Robert Faulconbridge : Philip Faulconbridge , his half - brother , bastard son to King Richard the First . James Gurney , servant to Lady Faulconbridge ...
... Hubert de Burgh , chamberlain to the King . Robert Faulconbridge , son of Sir Robert Faulconbridge : Philip Faulconbridge , his half - brother , bastard son to King Richard the First . James Gurney , servant to Lady Faulconbridge ...
第342页
... HUBERT . K. John . Hubert , keep this boy : -Philip , make up : 3 Force . My mother is asssailed in our tent , And ta'en 342 Act III . KING JOHN .
... HUBERT . K. John . Hubert , keep this boy : -Philip , make up : 3 Force . My mother is asssailed in our tent , And ta'en 342 Act III . KING JOHN .
第343页
... HUBERT , and Lords . K. John . So shall it be ; your grace shall stay be- hind , [ TO ELINOR . So strongly guarded . - Cousin , look not sad : [ To ARTHUR . Thy grandam loves thee ; and thy uncle will As dear be to thee as thy father ...
... HUBERT , and Lords . K. John . So shall it be ; your grace shall stay be- hind , [ TO ELINOR . So strongly guarded . - Cousin , look not sad : [ To ARTHUR . Thy grandam loves thee ; and thy uncle will As dear be to thee as thy father ...
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... Hubert . O my gentle Hubert , We owe thee much ; within this wall of flesh There is a soul , counts thee her creditor , And with advantage means to pay thy love : And , my good friend , thy voluntary oath Lives in this bosom , dearly ...
... Hubert . O my gentle Hubert , We owe thee much ; within this wall of flesh There is a soul , counts thee her creditor , And with advantage means to pay thy love : And , my good friend , thy voluntary oath Lives in this bosom , dearly ...
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... Hubert , Hubert , Hubert , throw thine eye On yon young boy : I'll tell thee what , my friend , He is a very serpent in my way ; And , wheresoe'er this foot of mine doth tread , He lies before me : Dost thou understand me ? Thou art his ...
... Hubert , Hubert , Hubert , throw thine eye On yon young boy : I'll tell thee what , my friend , He is a very serpent in my way ; And , wheresoe'er this foot of mine doth tread , He lies before me : Dost thou understand me ? Thou art his ...
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第223页 - Is this a dagger which I see before me, The handle toward my hand ? Come, let me clutch thee: I have thee not, and yet I see thee still. Art thou not, fatal vision, sensible To feeling as to sight ? or art thou but A dagger of the mind, a false creation, Proceeding from the heat -oppressed brain?
第214页 - Yet do I fear thy nature : It is too full o' the milk of human kindness. To catch the nearest way. Thou wouldst be great ; Art not without ambition ; but without The illness should attend it : what thou wouldst highly, That wouldst thou holily ; wouldst not play false, And yet wouldst wrongly win : thou 'dst have, great Glamis, That which cries, " Thus thou must do. if thou have it ; And that which rather thou dost fear to do, Than wishest should be undone.
第393页 - O, let us pay the time but needful woe, Since it hath been beforehand with our griefs. — This England never did, (nor never shall,) Lie at the proud foot of a conqueror, But when it first did help to wound itself. Now these her princes are come home again, Come the three corners of the world in arms, And we shall shock them : Nought shall make us rue, If England to itself do rest but true.
第219页 - He's here in double trust ; First, as I am his kinsman and his subject, Strong both against the deed ; then, as his host, Who should against his murderer shut the door, Not bear the knife myself. Besides, this Duncan Hath borne his faculties so meek, hath been So clear in his great office, that his virtues Will plead, like angels, trumpet-tongued, against The deep damnation of his taking-off ; And pity, like a naked new-born babe.
第215页 - Stop up the access and passage to remorse ; > That no compunctious visitings of nature Shake my fell purpose, nor keep peace between The effect, and it ! Come to my woman's breasts, And take my milk for gall, you murd'ring ministers, Wherever in your sightless substances You wait on nature's mischief...
第213页 - The Prince of Cumberland! that is a step On which I must fall down, or else o'erleap, For in my way it lies. Stars, hide your fires; Let not light see my black and deep desires: The eye wink at the hand; yet let that be Which the eye fears, when it is done, to see.
第71页 - Yet nature is made better by no mean, But nature makes that mean: so, o'er that art, Which, you say, adds to nature, is an art That nature makes. You see, sweet maid, we marry A gentler scion to the wildest stock; And make conceive a bark of baser kind By bud of nobler race : This is an art Which does mend nature, — change it rather: but The art itself is nature.
第227页 - Infirm of purpose ! Give me the daggers: the sleeping and the dead Are but as pictures: 'tis the eye of childhood That fears a painted devil. If he do bleed, I'll gild the faces of the grooms withal; For it must seem their guilt.
第210页 - Cannot be ill ; cannot be good : — If ill, Why hath it given me earnest of success, Commencing in a truth ? I am thane of Cawdor : If good, why do I yield to that suggestion Whose horrid image doth unfix my hair, And make my seated heart knock at my ribs, Against the use of nature...
第219页 - Upon the sightless couriers of the air, Shall blow the horrid deed in every eye, That tears shall drown the wind. I have no spur To prick the sides of my intent, but only Vaulting ambition, which o'erleaps itself And falls on the other.