King Henry VI, part 3 ; King Richard III ; King Henry VIII ; Troilus and CressidaJ. Nichols and Son; F., C. and J. Rivington; J. Stockdale; W. Lowndes; G. Wilkie and J. Robinson; T. Egerton; J. Walker; W. Clarke and Son; J. Barker; J. Cuthell; R. Lea; Lackington and Company; J. Deighton; J. White and Company; B. Crosby and Company; W. Earle; J. Gray and Son; Longman and Company; Cadell and Davies; J. Harding; R.H. Evans; J. Booker; S. Bagster; J. Mawman; Black and Company; J. Richardson; J. Booth; Newman and Company; R. Pheney; R. Scholey; J. Asperne; J. Faulder; R. Baldwin; Cradock and Joy; J. Mackinlay; J. Johnson and Company; Gale and Curtis; G. Robinson, 1811 |
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Thersites , Ther . Agamemnon - how if he had boils ? full , all over , generally ?
Ajar . Thersites , Ther . And those boils did run 2 - Say so , - did not the general
run then ? were not that a botchy core ? Ajar . Dog , Ther . Then would come
some ...
Thersites , Ther . Agamemnon - how if he had boils ? full , all over , generally ?
Ajar . Thersites , Ther . And those boils did run 2 - Say so , - did not the general
run then ? were not that a botchy core ? Ajar . Dog , Ther . Then would come
some ...
第 428 頁
Ther . You scurvy lord ! Ajax . You cur ! [ Beating him . Ther . Mars his idiot ! do ,
rudeness ; do , camel ; do , do . Enter ACHILLES and PATROCLUS . Achil . Why ,
how now , Ajax ? wherefore do you thus ? How now , Thersites ? what ' s the ...
Ther . You scurvy lord ! Ajax . You cur ! [ Beating him . Ther . Mars his idiot ! do ,
rudeness ; do , camel ; do , do . Enter ACHILLES and PATROCLUS . Achil . Why ,
how now , Ajax ? wherefore do you thus ? How now , Thersites ? what ' s the ...
第 429 頁
Ther . Has not so much witAchil . Nay , I must hold you . Ther . As will stop the eye
of Helen ' s needle , for whom he comes to fight . Achil . Peace , fool ! Ther . I
would have peace and quietness , but the fool will not : he there ; that he ; look
you ...
Ther . Has not so much witAchil . Nay , I must hold you . Ther . As will stop the eye
of Helen ' s needle , for whom he comes to fight . Achil . Peace , fool ! Ther . I
would have peace and quietness , but the fool will not : he there ; that he ; look
you ...
第 440 頁
Ther . Ay ; The heavens hear me ! avens Enter ACHILLES . Achil . Who ' s there ?
Patr . Thersites , my lord . Achil . Where , where ? - Art thou come ? Why , my
checse , my digestion , why hast thou not served thyself in to my table so many ...
Ther . Ay ; The heavens hear me ! avens Enter ACHILLES . Achil . Who ' s there ?
Patr . Thersites , my lord . Achil . Where , where ? - Art thou come ? Why , my
checse , my digestion , why hast thou not served thyself in to my table so many ...
第 470 頁
Ther . Who , I ? why , he ' ll answer nobody ; he professes not answering ;
speaking is for beggars ; he wears his tongue in his arms . I will put on his
presence ; let Patroclus make demands to me , you shall see the pageant of Ajax
. Achil .
Ther . Who , I ? why , he ' ll answer nobody ; he professes not answering ;
speaking is for beggars ; he wears his tongue in his arms . I will put on his
presence ; let Patroclus make demands to me , you shall see the pageant of Ajax
. Achil .
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第 343 頁 - Like little wanton boys that swim on bladders, This many summers in a sea of glory, But far beyond my depth: my high-blown pride At length broke under me, and now has left me, Weary and old with service, to the mercy Of a rude stream that must for ever hide me. Vain pomp and glory of this world, I hate ye: I feel my heart new open'd. O, how wretched Is that poor man that hangs on princes
第 124 頁 - But I— that am not shap'd for sportive tricks, Nor made to court an amorous looking-glass— I— that am rudely stamp'd, and want love's majesty To strut before a wanton ambling nymph— I— that am curtail'd of this fair proportion, Cheated of feature by dissembling nature, Deform'd, unfinish'd, sent before my time Into this breathing world scarce half made up, And that so lamely and unfashionable That dogs bark at me as I halt by them...
第 345 頁 - Wolsey, that once trod the ways of glory, And sounded all the depths and shoals of honour, Found thee a way, out of his wreck, to rise in ; A sure and safe one, though thy master miss'd it.
第 346 頁 - Corruption wins not more than honesty. Still in thy right hand carry gentle peace, To silence envious tongues. Be just, and fear not : Let all the ends thou aim'st at be thy country's, Thy God's, and truth's : then, if thou fall'st...
第 342 頁 - Farewell ! a long farewell, to all my greatness ! This is the state of man : to-day he puts forth The tender leaves of hope, to-morrow blossoms, And bears his blushing honours thick upon him . The third day comes a frost, a killing frost, And, — when he thinks, good easy man, full surely His greatness is a-ripening, — nips his root, And then he falls, as I do.
第 62 頁 - That rents the thorns, and is rent with the thorns ; Seeking a way, and straying from the way ; Not knowing how to find the open air, But toiling desperately to find it out, — Torment myself to catch the English crown. And from that torment I will free myself, Or hew my way out with a bloody axe. "Why, I can smile, and murder while I smile ; And cry, content...
第 154 頁 - With that, methought, a legion of foul fiends Environ'd me, and howled in mine ears Such hideous cries, that, with the very noise, I trembling wak'd, and, for a season after, Could not believe but that I was in hell, — Such terrible impression made my dream. Brak. No marvel, lord, though it affrighted you; I am afraid, methinks, to hear you tell it. Clar.
第 42 頁 - God! methinks, it were a happy life, To be no better than a homely swain; To sit upon a hill, as I do now, To carve out dials quaintly, point by point, Thereby to see the minutes how they run: How many make the hour full complete, How many hours bring about the day, How many days will finish up the year, How many years a mortal man may live. When this...
第 413 頁 - But when the planets In evil mixture, to disorder wander, What plagues, and what portents ! what mutiny ! What raging of the sea ! shaking of earth ! Commotion in the winds ! frights, changes, horrors Divert and crack, rend and deracinate The unity and married calm of states Quite from their fixture...
第 152 頁 - Lord! methought, what pain it was to drown! What dreadful noise of water in mine ears What sights of ugly death within mine eyes. Methought, I saw a thousand fearful wrecks; A thousand men, that fishes gnaw'd upon; Wedges of gold, great anchors, heaps of pearl, Inestimable stones, unvalued jewels, All scatter'd in the bottom of the sea...