The Shakespeare Society's Papers, 第 1 卷

Shakespeare Society, 1844
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第 54 頁 - O! FOR my sake do you with Fortune chide The guilty goddess of my harmful deeds, That did not better for my life provide Than public means which public manners breeds. Thence comes it that my name receives a brand, And almost thence my nature is subdu'd To what it works in, like the dyer's hand...
第 69 頁 - Hobgoblin call you, and sweet Puck, You do their work, and they shall have good luck : Are not you he ? Puck.
第 75 頁 - Witty above her sexe, but that's not all, Wise to salvation was good Mistris Hall. Something of Shakespeare was in that, but this Wholy of him with whom she's now in blisse.
第 101 頁 - And Caesar's spirit, ranging for revenge, With Ate by his side come hot from hell, Shall in these confines with a monarch's voice Cry 'Havoc!' and let slip the dogs of war; That this foul deed shall smell above the earth With carrion men, groaning for burial.
第 5 頁 - But not of kings. The forest deer, being struck, Runs to an herb that closeth up the wounds: But when the imperial lion's flesh is gor'd, He rends and tears it with his wrathful paw, [And], highly scorning that the lowly earth Should drink his blood, mounts up to the air: And so it fares with me, whose dauntless mind Th...
第 53 頁 - I'll not shed her blood ; Nor scar that whiter skin of hers than snow, And smooth as monumental alabaster. Yet she must die, else she'll betray more men. Put out the light, and then put out the light. If I quench thee, thou flaming minister, I can again thy former light restore, Should I repent me \ but once put out thy light, Thou cunning' st pattern of excelling nature, I know not where is that Promethean heat, That can thy light relume.
第 22 頁 - Garlick stinks to this : if it prove that you have not more than e'er Garlick had, say I am a boaster of my own works ; disgrace me on the open stage, and bob me off with ne'er a penny.
第 45 頁 - Too yll for her thynk I best things may be had ; Too good for me thynkethe she thyngs beyng most bad : All I do present her that may make her glad ; All she doth present me that may make me sad. This equyitie have I with this wyllow garland.
第 69 頁 - Robin Good-fellow. Are you not he That frights the maidens of the villagery, Skims milk, and sometimes labours in the quern...
第 37 頁 - Have wak'd their sleepers, op'd, and let 'em forth By my so potent Art. But this rough Magicke I heere abjure: and when I have requir'd Some heavenly Musicke (which even now I do) To worke mine end upon their Sences, that This Ayrie-charme is for, I'le breake my staffe, Bury it certaine fadomes in the earth, And deeper then did ever Plummet sound He drowne my booke.