The Dramatic Writings of Will. Shakespeare: With Introductory Prefaces to Each Play ; Printed Complete from the Best Editions, 第 7 卷R. Morison Junr., 1798 |
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... blood makes civil hands unclean , From forth the fatal loins of these two foes A pair of far - croft lovers take their life ; Whofe mifadventur'd piteous overthrows Do , with their death , bury their parents ' ftrife . The fearful ...
... blood makes civil hands unclean , From forth the fatal loins of these two foes A pair of far - croft lovers take their life ; Whofe mifadventur'd piteous overthrows Do , with their death , bury their parents ' ftrife . The fearful ...
第 45 頁
... blood , She'd be as fwift in motion as a ball ; My words would bandy her to my fweet love , And his to me : But old folks , many feign as they were dead ; Unwieldy , flow , heavy and pale as lead . Enter Nurfe , with PETER . O God , he ...
... blood , She'd be as fwift in motion as a ball ; My words would bandy her to my fweet love , And his to me : But old folks , many feign as they were dead ; Unwieldy , flow , heavy and pale as lead . Enter Nurfe , with PETER . O God , he ...
第 47 頁
... blood up in your cheeks , They'll be in fcarlet ftraight at any news . Hie you to church ; I must another way , To fetch a ladder , by the which your love Must climb a bird's neft soon , when it is dark : I am the drudge , and toil in ...
... blood up in your cheeks , They'll be in fcarlet ftraight at any news . Hie you to church ; I must another way , To fetch a ladder , by the which your love Must climb a bird's neft soon , when it is dark : I am the drudge , and toil in ...
第 49 頁
... blood stirring . Mer . Thou art like one of thofe fellows , that , when he enters the confines of a tavern , claps me his fword upon the table , and fays , God fend me no need of thee ! and , by the operation of the fecond cup , draws ...
... blood stirring . Mer . Thou art like one of thofe fellows , that , when he enters the confines of a tavern , claps me his fword upon the table , and fays , God fend me no need of thee ! and , by the operation of the fecond cup , draws ...
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... blood is fpill'd Of my dear kinfman ! -Prince , as thou art true , For blood of ours fhed blood of Montague.- O coufin , coufin ! Prince . Benvolio , who began this bloody fray ? Ben . Tybalt , here flain , whom Romeo's hand did Romeo ...
... blood is fpill'd Of my dear kinfman ! -Prince , as thou art true , For blood of ours fhed blood of Montague.- O coufin , coufin ! Prince . Benvolio , who began this bloody fray ? Ben . Tybalt , here flain , whom Romeo's hand did Romeo ...
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第 50 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 89 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 105 頁 - I know thee not, old man: Fall to thy prayers ; How ill white hairs become a fool, and jester!
第 67 頁 - It was the lark, the herald of the morn, No nightingale : look, love, what envious streaks Do lace the severing clouds in yonder east : Night's candles are burnt out...
第 89 頁 - 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 31 頁 - The orchard walls are high, and hard to climb, And the place death, considering who thou art, If any of my kinsmen find thee here.
第 21 頁 - True, I talk of dreams ; Which are the children of an idle brain, Begot of nothing but vain fantasy, Which is as thin of substance as the air, And more inconstant than the wind, who wooes Even now the frozen bosom of the north, And, being anger'd, puffs away from thence, Turning his face to the dew-dropping south.
第 14 頁 - 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 89 頁 - Wednesday. Doth he feel it ? No. Doth he hear it? No. Is it 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 83 頁 - Alack, alack, is it not like that I So early waking, what with loathsome smells And shrieks like mandrakes...