The Family Shakspeare: In Ten Volumes; in which Nothing is Added to the Original Text; But Those Words and Expressions are Omitted which Cannot with Propriety be Read Aloud in a Family, 第 2 卷Longman, Hurst, Rees, Orme, and Brown, 1818 |
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... honour , It is lord Angelo . Duke . Enter LEOPOLD and ANGelo . Look , where he comes . Ang . Always obedient to your ... honours . [ ANGELO kneels and receives his commission . We shall write to you , As time and our concernings shall ...
... honour , It is lord Angelo . Duke . Enter LEOPOLD and ANGelo . Look , where he comes . Ang . Always obedient to your ... honours . [ ANGELO kneels and receives his commission . We shall write to you , As time and our concernings shall ...
第7页
... honour , have to do With any scruple : your scope is as mine own . So to inforce , or qualify the laws , As to your soul seems good . - Once more , fare you well . Ang . The heavens give safety to your purposes . Esca . Lead forth , and ...
... honour , have to do With any scruple : your scope is as mine own . So to inforce , or qualify the laws , As to your soul seems good . - Once more , fare you well . Ang . The heavens give safety to your purposes . Esca . Lead forth , and ...
第16页
... honour know ( Whom I believe to be most strait in virtue , ) Had time coher'd with place , or place with wishing , Whether you had not , some time in your life , Err'd in this point , which now you censure him , And pull'd the law upon ...
... honour know ( Whom I believe to be most strait in virtue , ) Had time coher'd with place , or place with wishing , Whether you had not , some time in your life , Err'd in this point , which now you censure him , And pull'd the law upon ...
第17页
... honour ! [ Exit Provost . Ang . You are welcome : what's your will ? Isa . I am a woeful suitor to your honour , Please but your honour hear me . Ang . Well ; what's your suit ? Isa . There is a vice , that most I do abhor , And most ...
... honour ! [ Exit Provost . Ang . You are welcome : what's your will ? Isa . I am a woeful suitor to your honour , Please but your honour hear me . Ang . Well ; what's your suit ? Isa . There is a vice , that most I do abhor , And most ...
第18页
... honour ! [ Retiring . Lucio . [ To ISAB . ] Give't not o'er so : to him again , entreat him ; Kneel down before him , hang upon his gown : You are too cold . Isa . Must he needs die ? Ang . Maiden , no remedy . Isa . Yes ; I do think ...
... honour ! [ Retiring . Lucio . [ To ISAB . ] Give't not o'er so : to him again , entreat him ; Kneel down before him , hang upon his gown : You are too cold . Isa . Must he needs die ? Ang . Maiden , no remedy . Isa . Yes ; I do think ...
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ABHORSON Apparitors Athens Barnardine Beat Beatrice Biron Bora BORACHIO Boyet brother Claud Claudio Cost Costard cousin daughter dear death Demetrius Dogb Don John Don PEDRO doth Duke Enter Esca ESCALUS Exeunt Exit eyes fair fairy father fear fool Friar gentle gentleman give grace hath hear heart heaven Helena Hermia Hero Hippolyta hither honour ISABELLA Kath King lady Leon Leonato lion Longaville look lord Angelo lovers Lucio Lysander madam maid marry master Master constable moon Moth musick Nath never night oath OBERON pardon Peter Quince PHILOSTRATE play Pompey praise pray prince Prov Provost Puck Pyramus Quin Rosaline SCENE signior Benedick sleep soul speak swear sweet tell thank thee there's Theseus thing Thisby thou art thou hast Tipstaves Tita Titania to-morrow tongue troth true Verg villain What's word
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第19页 - Alas ! alas ! Why, all the souls that were, were forfeit once; And He that might the vantage best have took, Found out the remedy: How would you be, If he, which is the top of judgment, should But judge you as you are? O, think on that; And mercy then will breathe within your lips, Like man new made.
第174页 - That very time I saw, (but thou could'st 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 wat'ry moon ; And the imperial vot'ress passed on, In maiden meditation, fancy-free.
第20页 - Could great men thunder As Jove himself does, Jove would ne'er be quiet ; For every pelting, petty officer, Would use his heaven for thunder ; nothing but thunder.
第174页 - I where the bolt of Cupid fell : It fell upon a little western flower, — Before, milk-white; now, purple with love's wound ; And maidens call it love-in-idleness.
第174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34页 - In thrilling regions of thick-ribbed ice ; To be imprison'd in the viewless winds, And blown with restless violence round about The pendent world ; or to be worse than worst Of those, that lawless and incertain thoughts...
第163页 - Her. O cross! too high to be enthrall'd to low! Lys. Or else misgraffed, in respect of years; Her. O spite ! too old to be engag'd to young! Lys. Or else it stood upon the choice of friends: Her. O hell! to choose love by another's eye!
第34页 - Ay, but to die, and go we know not where ; To lie in cold obstruction and to rot ; This sensible warm motion to become A kneaded clod ; and the delighted spirit To bathe in fiery floods, or to reside In thrilling region of thick-ribbed ice...
第208页 - My hounds are bred out of the Spartan kind, So flew'd, so sanded ; and their heads are hung With ears that sweep away the morning dew ; Crook-knee'd, and dew-lapp'd like Thessalian bulls ; Slow in pursuit, but match'd in mouth like bells, Each under each. A cry more tuneable Was never holla'd to, nor cheer'd with horn, In Crete, in Sparta, nor in Thessaly : Judge when you hear.
第170页 - Over hill, over dale, Thorough bush, thorough brier, Over park, over pale, Thorough flood, thorough fire, I do wander every where, Swifter than the moon's sphere; And I serve the fairy queen, To dew her orbs upon the green. The cowslips tall her pensioners be: In their gold coats spots you see; Those be rubies, fairy favours, In those freckles live their savours: I must go seek some dewdrops here, And hang a pearl in every cowslip's ear.