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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... poor John . Draw thy tool ; here comes of the houfe of the Montagues . * Enter ABRAM , and BALTHASAR . Sam . My naked weapon is out ; quarrel , I will back thee . Greg . How ? turn thy back , and run ? Sam . Fear me not . Greg . No ...
... poor John . Draw thy tool ; here comes of the houfe of the Montagues . * Enter ABRAM , and BALTHASAR . Sam . My naked weapon is out ; quarrel , I will back thee . Greg . How ? turn thy back , and run ? Sam . Fear me not . Greg . No ...
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... poor , That , when the dies , with beauty dies her store . Ben . Then fhe hath fworn , that he will ftill live chafte ? Rom . She hath , and in that sparing makes huge waste ; For beauty , ftarv'd with her severity , Cuts beauty off ...
... poor , That , when the dies , with beauty dies her store . Ben . Then fhe hath fworn , that he will ftill live chafte ? Rom . She hath , and in that sparing makes huge waste ; For beauty , ftarv'd with her severity , Cuts beauty off ...
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... poor house , look to behold this night Earth - treading ftars , that make dark heaven light : Such comfort , as do lufty young men feel When well - apparell'd April on the heel Of limping winter treads , even fuch delight Among fresh ...
... poor house , look to behold this night Earth - treading ftars , that make dark heaven light : Such comfort , as do lufty young men feel When well - apparell'd April on the heel Of limping winter treads , even fuch delight Among fresh ...
第 35 頁
... poor prifoner in his twisted gyves , And with a filk thread plucks it back again , So loving jealous of his liberty . Rom . I would I were thy bird . Jul . Sweet , fo would I ; Yet I fhould kill thee with much cherishing . Good - night ...
... poor prifoner in his twisted gyves , And with a filk thread plucks it back again , So loving jealous of his liberty . Rom . I would I were thy bird . Jul . Sweet , fo would I ; Yet I fhould kill thee with much cherishing . Good - night ...
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... poor Romeo , he is already dead ! stabb'd with a white wench's black eye , fhot through the ear with a love - fong ; the very pin of his heart cleft with the blind bow - boy's but - shaft ; and is he a man to encounter Tybalt ? Ben ...
... poor Romeo , he is already dead ! stabb'd with a white wench's black eye , fhot through the ear with a love - fong ; the very pin of his heart cleft with the blind bow - boy's but - shaft ; and is he a man to encounter Tybalt ? Ben ...
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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...