The Works of William Shakespeare, 第 2 卷Chapman and Hall, 1866 |
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... leave . In Syracusa was I born ; and wed Unto a woman , happy but for me , And by me too , ( 4 ) had not our hap been bad . With her I liv'd in joy ; our wealth increas'd By prosperous voyages I often made To Epidamnum ; till my ...
... leave . In Syracusa was I born ; and wed Unto a woman , happy but for me , And by me too , ( 4 ) had not our hap been bad . With her I liv'd in joy ; our wealth increas'd By prosperous voyages I often made To Epidamnum ; till my ...
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... leave unsought Or that , or any place that harbours men . But here must end the story of my life ; And happy were I in my timely death , Could all my travels warrant me they live . Duke . Hapless Ægeon , whom the fates have mark'd To ...
... leave unsought Or that , or any place that harbours men . But here must end the story of my life ; And happy were I in my timely death , Could all my travels warrant me they live . Duke . Hapless Ægeon , whom the fates have mark'd To ...
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... leave battering , I had rather have it a head : an you use these blows long , I must get a sconce for my head , and ensconce it too ; or else I shall seek my wit in my shoulders . But , I pray , sir , why am I beaten ? Ant . S. Dost ...
... leave battering , I had rather have it a head : an you use these blows long , I must get a sconce for my head , and ensconce it too ; or else I shall seek my wit in my shoulders . But , I pray , sir , why am I beaten ? Ant . S. Dost ...
第32页
... leave him to the officer . Ant . E. I answer you ! what should I answer you ? Ang . The money that you owe me for the chain . Ant . E. I owe you none till I receive the chain . Ang . You know I gave't you half an hour since . Ant . E ...
... leave him to the officer . Ant . E. I answer you ! what should I answer you ? Ang . The money that you owe me for the chain . Ant . E. I owe you none till I receive the chain . Ang . You know I gave't you half an hour since . Ant . E ...
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... leave me and be gone . Cour . Give me the ring of mine you had at dinner , Or , for my diamond , the chain you promis'd ; And I'll be gone , sir , and not trouble you . Dro . S. Some devils ask but the parings of one's nail , A rush , a ...
... leave me and be gone . Cour . Give me the ring of mine you had at dinner , Or , for my diamond , the chain you promis'd ; And I'll be gone , sir , and not trouble you . Dro . S. Some devils ask but the parings of one's nail , A rush , a ...
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第410页 - The man that hath no music in himself, Nor is not mov'd with concord of sweet sounds, Is fit for treasons, stratagems, and spoils ; The motions of his spirit are dull as night, And his affections dark as Erebus : Let no such man be trusted.
第236页 - Tu-who, a merry note, While greasy Joan doth keel the pot. When all aloud the wind doth blow And coughing drowns the parson's saw And birds sit brooding in the snow And Marian's nose looks red and raw, When roasted crabs hiss in the bowl, Then nightly sings the staring owl, Tu-whit ; Tu-who...
第278页 - Since once I sat upon a promontory, And heard a mermaid, on a dolphin's back, Uttering such dulcet and harmonious breath, That the rude sea grew civil at her song ; And certain stars shot madly from their spheres, To hear the sea-maid's music.
第236页 - A merry note, While greasy Joan doth keel the pot. When all aloud the wind doth blow, And coughing drowns the parson's saw, And birds sit brooding in the snow, And Marian's nose looks red and raw, When roasted crabs hiss in the bowl, Then nightly sings the staring owl: Tu-who; Tu-whit, To-who'- A merry note, While greasy Joan doth keel the pot.
第399页 - Tis mightiest in the mightiest ; it becomes The throned monarch better than his crown : His sceptre shows the force of temporal power, The attribute to awe and majesty, Wherein doth sit the dread and fear of kings ; But mercy is above this sceptred sway ; It is enthroned in the hearts of kings, It is an attribute to God himself; And earthly power doth then show likest God's When mercy seasons justice.
第354页 - How like a fawning publican he looks ! I hate him for he is a Christian ; But more, for that, in low simplicity, He lends out money gratis, and brings down The rate of usance here with us in Venice.
第312页 - Lovers, and madmen, have such seething brains, Such shaping fantasies, that apprehend More than cool reason ever comprehends. The lunatic, the lover, and the poet, Are of imagination all compact. One sees more devils than vast hell can hold ; That is, the madman : the lover, all as frantic, Sees Helen's beauty in a brow of Egypt...
第378页 - I am a Jew. Hath not a Jew eyes? hath not a Jew hands, organs, dimensions, senses, affections, passions? fed with the same food, hurt with the same weapons, subject to the same diseases, healed by the same means, warmed and cooled by the same winter and summer, as a Christian is? If you prick us, do we not bleed? if you tickle us, do we not laugh? if you poison us, do we not die? and if you wrong us, shall we not revenge? If we are like you in the rest, we will resemble you in that.
第278页 - That very time I saw, (but thou couldst not,) Flying between the cold -moon and the earth, Cupid all arm'd: a certain aim he took At a fair vestal, throned by the west; And loos'd his love-shaft smartly from his bow, As it should pierce a hundred thousand hearts: But I might see young Cupid's fiery shaft Quench'd in the chaste beams of the watery moon ; And the imperial votaress passed on, In maiden meditation, fancy-free.
第282页 - CHORUS. Philomel, with melody Sing in our sweet lullaby; Lulla, lulla, lullaby ; lulla, lulla, lullaby ; Never harm, nor spell nor charm, Come our lovely lady nigh; So, good night, with lullaby.