Shakespeare's As You Like itAmerican book Company, 1910 - 112页 Comedy about all kinds of love--physical and intellectual, sentimental and cynical, enduring love between friends, and romantic love at first sight. |
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第8页
... Silvius , her lover , whose earnest pleadings she treats with cruel scorn . Rosalind , rambling through the wood , happens to meet with them . She rates the girl roundly for her proud and disdainful bearing , saying that though she may ...
... Silvius , her lover , whose earnest pleadings she treats with cruel scorn . Rosalind , rambling through the wood , happens to meet with them . She rates the girl roundly for her proud and disdainful bearing , saying that though she may ...
第9页
... Silvius for her husband in case she rejects Rosalind . Accordingly , when all meet at the Duke's , Rosalind , appearing in her own character , gives her hand to the astonished and delighted Orlando , Celia weds Oliver , Phebe keeps her ...
... Silvius for her husband in case she rejects Rosalind . Accordingly , when all meet at the Duke's , Rosalind , appearing in her own character , gives her hand to the astonished and delighted Orlando , Celia weds Oliver , Phebe keeps her ...
第15页
... SILVIUS , shepherds . WILLIAM , a country fellow , in love with Audrey . A person representing Hymen . ROSALIND , daughter to the banished Duke . CELIA , daughter to Frederick . PHEBE , a shepherdess . AUDREY , a country wench . Lords ...
... SILVIUS , shepherds . WILLIAM , a country fellow , in love with Audrey . A person representing Hymen . ROSALIND , daughter to the banished Duke . CELIA , daughter to Frederick . PHEBE , a shepherdess . AUDREY , a country wench . Lords ...
第40页
... SILVIUS . Look you , who comes here ? a young man and an old in solemn1 talk . Corin . That is the way to make her scorn you still . Silvius . O Corin , that thou knew'st how I do love her ! 1 " Doublet and hose , " i.e. , coat and ...
... SILVIUS . Look you , who comes here ? a young man and an old in solemn1 talk . Corin . That is the way to make her scorn you still . Silvius . O Corin , that thou knew'st how I do love her ! 1 " Doublet and hose , " i.e. , coat and ...
第41页
... Silvius . No , Corin , being old , thou canst not guess , Though in thy youth thou wast as true a lover As ever sigh'd upon a midnight pillow . But if thy love were ever like to mine , - As sure I think did never man love so , How many ...
... Silvius . No , Corin , being old , thou canst not guess , Though in thy youth thou wast as true a lover As ever sigh'd upon a midnight pillow . But if thy love were ever like to mine , - As sure I think did never man love so , How many ...
常见术语和短语
Aliena Amiens Audrey banish'd banished bear beard Beau better brother Charles chide comes Corin counterfeited court courtier cousin daughter diest doth Duke F DUKE FREDERICK Duke's Enter DUKE Enter ORLANDO Enter ROSALIND Enter TOUCHSTONE Exeunt Exit eyes fair faith father fool Forest of Arden fortune Ganymede gentle give grace hand hath hear heart Heaven Heigh-ho Hellespont hither honor Hymen Jaques Julius Cæsar Jupiter kiss ladies Le Beau live look lord lov'd lover man's marriage marry master Merchant of Venice merry mistress Monsieur motley fool Note Oliver's Phebe pity play poor pray prithee reading scene Shakespeare's shalt shepherd sight Silvius Sir Oliver Sir Rowland song speak swear sweet tell thank thee thou art to-morrow tree Trojan War verse weep William wise withal woman word wrestler wrestling young youth
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第46页 - A fool, a fool ! I met a fool i' the forest, A motley fool ; a miserable world ! As I do live by food, I met a fool, Who laid him down and bask'd him in the sun, And rail'd on Lady Fortune in good terms, In good set terms, and yet a motley fool. Good-morrow, fool, quoth I. No, sir, quoth he, Call me not fool till heaven hath sent me fortune.
第39页 - Though I look old, yet I am strong and lusty: For in my youth I never did apply Hot and rebellious liquors in my blood; Nor did not with unbashful forehead woo The means of weakness and debility; Therefore my age is as a lusty winter, Frosty, but kindly: let me go with you; I'll do the service of a younger man In all your business and necessities.
第50页 - But whate'er you are That in this desert inaccessible, Under the shade of melancholy boughs, Lose and neglect the creeping hours of time ; If ever you have look'd on better days, If ever been where bells have knoll'd to church, If ever sat at any good man's feast, If ever from your eyelids wiped a tear And know what 'tis to pity and be pitied, Let gentleness my strong enforcement be : In the which hope I blush, and hide my sword.
第78页 - But these are all lies ; men have died from time to time, and worms have eaten them, but not for love.
第48页 - Invest me in my motley ; give me leave To speak my mind, and I will through and through Cleanse the foul body of the infected world, If they will patiently receive my medicine.
第51页 - And then the whining school-boy, with his satchel And shining morning face, creeping like snail Unwillingly to school. And then the lover, Sighing like furnace, with a woeful ballad Made to his mistress
第47页 - I must have liberty Withal, as large a charter as the wind, To blow on whom I please ; for so fools have ; And they that are most galled with my folly, 50 They most must laugh.
第35页 - To-day my Lord of Amiens and myself Did steal behind him, as he lay along Under an oak, whose antique root peeps out Upon the brook that brawls along this wood...
第52页 - Blow, blow, thou winter wind, Thou art not so unkind As man's ingratitude ; Thy tooth is not so keen, Because thou art not seen, Although thy breath be rude.
第76页 - I have neither the scholar's melancholy, which is emulation ; nor the musician's which is fantastical ; nor the courtier's, which is proud ; nor the soldier's, which is ambitious ; nor the lawyer's, which is politic ; nor the lady's, which is nice ; nor the lover's, which is all these : but it is a melancholy of mine own, compounded of many simples, extracted from many objects, and, indeed, the sundry contemplation of my travels, in which my often rumination wraps me in a most humorous sadness.