Stockdale's Edition of Shakespeare: Including, in One Volume, the Whole of His Dramatic Works with Explanatory Notes Compiled from Various CommentatorsJohn Stockdale, 1784 - 1079页 |
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... poor cell . 7 Quite . 8 Sorrow , grief , trouble . Pra Being once perfected how to grant fuits , How. atlift them , For our cafe is as theirs . Seb . I am out of patience . Mira . You have often lie drowning , The washing of ten tides ...
... poor cell . 7 Quite . 8 Sorrow , grief , trouble . Pra Being once perfected how to grant fuits , How. atlift them , For our cafe is as theirs . Seb . I am out of patience . Mira . You have often lie drowning , The washing of ten tides ...
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... poor man ! -- my library Wakedom large enough ; of temporal royalties He talks me now incapable : confederates , Stay he was for fway , with the king of Naples I grehm annual tribute , do him homage , Sinject his coronet to his crown ...
... poor man ! -- my library Wakedom large enough ; of temporal royalties He talks me now incapable : confederates , Stay he was for fway , with the king of Naples I grehm annual tribute , do him homage , Sinject his coronet to his crown ...
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... poor fon . Gon . Heavens keep him from these beafts ! For he is , fure , i ' the ifland . Alon . Lead away . Ant . Ay , fir ; where lies that ? If it were a kybe , ' Twould put me to my flipper ; but I feel not This deity in my bofom ...
... poor fon . Gon . Heavens keep him from these beafts ! For he is , fure , i ' the ifland . Alon . Lead away . Ant . Ay , fir ; where lies that ? If it were a kybe , ' Twould put me to my flipper ; but I feel not This deity in my bofom ...
第12页
... poor monster's in drink : An abominable monster ! Cal . I'll fhew thee the beft fprings ; I'll pluck thee berries ; I'll fish for thec , and get thee wood enough . A plague upon the tyrant that I ferve ! I'll bear him no more fticks ...
... poor monster's in drink : An abominable monster ! Cal . I'll fhew thee the beft fprings ; I'll pluck thee berries ; I'll fish for thec , and get thee wood enough . A plague upon the tyrant that I ferve ! I'll bear him no more fticks ...
第26页
... Poor wounded name ! my bofom , as a bed , [ heal'd ; | Shall lodge thee , till thy wound be throughly And thus I fearch it with a fovereign kits . But twice , or thrice , was Protheus written down : Be calm , good wind , blow not a word ...
... Poor wounded name ! my bofom , as a bed , [ heal'd ; | Shall lodge thee , till thy wound be throughly And thus I fearch it with a fovereign kits . But twice , or thrice , was Protheus written down : Be calm , good wind , blow not a word ...
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第320页 - element,' but the word is over-worn. \Exit. Vio. This fellow is wise enough to play the fool ; And to do that well craves a kind of wit : He must observe their mood on whom he jests, The quality of persons, and the time, And, like the haggard, check at every feather That comes before his eye.
第403页 - To gild refined gold, to paint the lily, To throw a perfume on the violet, To smooth the ice, or add another hue Unto the rainbow, or with taper-light To seek the beauteous eye of heaven to garnish, Is wasteful, and ridiculous excess.
第429页 - I'll give my jewels for a set of beads, My gorgeous palace for a hermitage, My gay apparel for an alms-man's gown, My...
第445页 - But, I remember, when the fight was done, When I was dry with rage, and extreme toil, Breathless and faint, leaning upon my sword, Came there a certain lord, neat, trimly...
第10页 - Were I in England now, as once I was, and had but this fish painted, not a holiday fool there but would give a piece of silver. There would this monster make a man. Any strange beast there makes a man. When they will not give a doit to relieve a lame beggar, they will lay out ten to see a dead Indian.
第368页 - tis done, then 'twere well It were done quickly; if the assassination Could trammel up the consequence, and catch With his surcease success : that but this blow Might be the be-all and the end-all here, But here, upon this bank and shoal of time, We'd jump the life to come.
第232页 - Tis but an hour ago since it was nine, And after one hour more 'twill be eleven. And so from hour to hour we ripe and ripe, And then from hour to hour we rot and rot; And thereby hangs a tale.
第195页 - That the graves, all gaping wide, Every one lets forth his sprite, In the church-way paths to glide...
第369页 - I go, and it is done: the bell invites me. Hear it not, Duncan, for it is a knell That summons thee to heaven, or to hell.
第368页 - As thou art in desire? Wouldst thou have that Which thou esteemst the ornament of life, And live a coward in thine own esteem, Letting "I dare not" wait upon "I would," Like the poor cat i