The Dramatic Works of Shakspeare: In Six Volumes, 第 3 卷Clarendon Press, 1789 |
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第 366 頁
... Boling . May many years of happy days befal My gracious fovereign , my moft loving liege ! Mowb . Each day ftill better other's happiness ; Until the heavens , envying earth's good hap , Add an immortal title to your crown ! K. Rich ...
... Boling . May many years of happy days befal My gracious fovereign , my moft loving liege ! Mowb . Each day ftill better other's happiness ; Until the heavens , envying earth's good hap , Add an immortal title to your crown ! K. Rich ...
第 367 頁
... Boling . Pale trembling coward , there I throw my " gage Disclaiming here the kindred of a king ; And lay afide my high blood's royalty , Which fear , not reverence , makes thee to except : If guilty dread hath left thee fo much ...
... Boling . Pale trembling coward , there I throw my " gage Disclaiming here the kindred of a king ; And lay afide my high blood's royalty , Which fear , not reverence , makes thee to except : If guilty dread hath left thee fo much ...
第 368 頁
... Boling . Look , what I said , my life shall prove it true ; — That Mowbray hath receiv'd eight thousand * nobles , ' In name of lendings for your highness ' foldiers ; The which he hath detain'd for lewd employments , Like a falfe ...
... Boling . Look , what I said , my life shall prove it true ; — That Mowbray hath receiv'd eight thousand * nobles , ' In name of lendings for your highness ' foldiers ; The which he hath detain'd for lewd employments , Like a falfe ...
第 371 頁
... Boling . Oh , heaven defend my foul from fuch foul fin ! Shall I feem creft - fallen in my father's fight ? Or with pale beggar face impeach my height Before this out - dar'd daftard ? Ere my tongue Shall wound mine honour with fuch ...
... Boling . Oh , heaven defend my foul from fuch foul fin ! Shall I feem creft - fallen in my father's fight ? Or with pale beggar face impeach my height Before this out - dar'd daftard ? Ere my tongue Shall wound mine honour with fuch ...
第 376 頁
... Boling . Against whom comest thou ? and what's thy quarrel ? Speak like a true knight , fo defend thee heaven ! Boling . Harry of Hereford , Lancaster , and Derby , Am I ; who ready here do ftand in arms , To prove , by heaven's grace ...
... Boling . Against whom comest thou ? and what's thy quarrel ? Speak like a true knight , fo defend thee heaven ! Boling . Harry of Hereford , Lancaster , and Derby , Am I ; who ready here do ftand in arms , To prove , by heaven's grace ...
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第 317 頁 - Grief fills the room up of my absent child, Lies in his bed, walks up and down with me, Puts on his pretty looks, repeats his words, Remembers me of all his gracious parts, Stuffs out his vacant garments with his form; Then, have I reason to be fond of grief ? Fare you well: had you such a loss as I, I could give better comfort than you do.
第 621 頁 - O gentle sleep, Nature's soft nurse, how have I frighted thee, That thou no more wilt weigh my eyelids down, And steep my senses in forgetfulness...
第 622 頁 - With deafning clamours in the slippery clouds, That, with the hurly," death itself awakes ? Can'st thou, O partial sleep ! give thy repose To the wet sea-boy in an hour so rude ; And in the calmest and most stillest night, With all appliances and means to boot, Deny it to a king? Then, happy low, lie down ! Uneasy lies the head that wears a crown.
第 22 頁 - Amidst the other : whose med'cinable eye Corrects the ill aspects of planets evil, And posts, like the commandment of a king, Sans check to good and bad : but when the planets In evil mixture to disorder wander.
第 359 頁 - This England never did, (nor never shall,) Lie at the proud foot of a conqueror, But when it first did help to wound itself. Now these her princes are come home again, Come the three corners of the world in arms, And we shall shock them : Nought shall make us rue, If England to itself do rest but true.
第 554 頁 - tis no matter; Honour pricks me on. Yea, but how if honour prick me off when I come on ? how then ? Can honour set to a leg? No. Or an arm? No. Or take away the grief of a wound ? No. Honour hath no skill in surgery then ? No. What is honour? A word. What is in that word, honour? What is that honour? Air. A trim reckoning ! — Who hath it? He that died o
第 554 頁 - Wednesday. Doth he feel it? no. Doth he hear it? no. 'Tis insensible, then? Yea, to the dead. But will it not live with the living? no. Why? detraction will not suffer it. Therefore I'll none of • it. Honour is a mere scutcheon : and so ends my catechism.
第 624 頁 - There is a history in all men's lives, Figuring the nature of the times deceased ; The which observed, a man may prophesy, With a near aim, of the main chance of things As yet not come to life, which in their seeds And weak beginnings lie intreasured.
第 73 頁 - Time hath, my lord, a wallet at his back, Wherein he puts alms for oblivion, A great-sized monster of ingratitudes : Those scraps are good deeds past : which are devour'd As fast as they are made, forgot as soon As done...