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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... speak it in the freedom of my knowledge : we cannot with such magnificence - in so rare - I know not what to say.— -We will give you sleepy drinks ; that your senses , unintelligent of our insufficience , may , though they cannot praise ...
... speak it in the freedom of my knowledge : we cannot with such magnificence - in so rare - I know not what to say.— -We will give you sleepy drinks ; that your senses , unintelligent of our insufficience , may , though they cannot praise ...
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... speak you . Her . I had thought , sir , to have held my peace , until You had drawn oaths from him , not to stay . You , sir , Charge him too coldly : Tell him , you are sure , All in Bohemia's well : this satisfaction The by - gone day ...
... speak you . Her . I had thought , sir , to have held my peace , until You had drawn oaths from him , not to stay . You , sir , Charge him too coldly : Tell him , you are sure , All in Bohemia's well : this satisfaction The by - gone day ...
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... speak this , Holds his wife by the arm , That little thinks she has been sluc'd in his absence , And his pond fish'd by his next neighbour , by Sir Smile , his neighbour : nay , there's comfort in't , Whiles other men have gates ; and ...
... speak this , Holds his wife by the arm , That little thinks she has been sluc'd in his absence , And his pond fish'd by his next neighbour , by Sir Smile , his neighbour : nay , there's comfort in't , Whiles other men have gates ; and ...
第19页
... Happy star , reign now ! Here comes Bohemia . Pol . Enter POLIXEN ES . This is strange ! methinks , My favour here begins to warp . Not speak ? Good - day , Camillo . Cam . Hail , most royal sir ! Pol . C 2 Scene II . 19 WINTER'S TALE .
... Happy star , reign now ! Here comes Bohemia . Pol . Enter POLIXEN ES . This is strange ! methinks , My favour here begins to warp . Not speak ? Good - day , Camillo . Cam . Hail , most royal sir ! Pol . C 2 Scene II . 19 WINTER'S TALE .
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... speak to me as if I were a baby still . - I love you better . Not for because 2 Lady . And why so , my good lord ? Mam . Your brows are blacker ; yet black brows , they say , Become some women best ; so that there be not Too much hair ...
... speak to me as if I were a baby still . - I love you better . Not for because 2 Lady . And why so , my good lord ? Mam . Your brows are blacker ; yet black brows , they say , Become some women best ; so that there be not Too much hair ...
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Antigonus Antipholus art thou Arth Arthur AUTOLYCUS Banquo Bast Bastard bear blood Bohemia breath brother Camillo Cawdor chain CLEOMENES Const dead death deed didst Doct dost doth Dromio Duke England Enter Ephesus Exeunt Exit eyes fair father Faulconbridge fear Fleance France Gent gentle gentleman give grace hand hath hear heart heaven Hermione honour Hubert husband i'the James Gurney King JOHN Lady Lady MACBETH Leon Leontes look lord Macb Macbeth Macd Macduff majesty master mistress never night noble o'er o'the Pand PANDULPH Paul Paulina peace Polixenes poor pr'ythee pray prince queen Rosse SCENE shame Shep Sicilia Siward sleep soul speak swear sweet Syracuse tell thane thee There's thine thing thou art thou hast thought thyself tongue villain wife Witch
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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.