The Dramatic Works of William Shakspeare, 第 3 卷Dove, 1830 |
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第22页
... hast thou got ! thou hast got more hair on thy chin , than Dobbin my phill - horsep has on his tail . Laun . It should seem then , that Dobbin's tail grows backward ; I am sure he had more hair on his tail , than I have on my face ...
... hast thou got ! thou hast got more hair on thy chin , than Dobbin my phill - horsep has on his tail . Laun . It should seem then , that Dobbin's tail grows backward ; I am sure he had more hair on his tail , than I have on my face ...
第23页
... hast obtained thy suit : Shylock , thy master , spoke with me this day , And hath preferr'd thee , if it be preferment , To leave a rich Jew's service , to become The follower of so poor a gentleman . Laun . The old proverb is very well ...
... hast obtained thy suit : Shylock , thy master , spoke with me this day , And hath preferr'd thee , if it be preferment , To leave a rich Jew's service , to become The follower of so poor a gentleman . Laun . The old proverb is very well ...
第27页
... hast done with me ! -What Jessica ! - And sleep and snore , and rend apparel out ; — Why , Jessica , I say ! Laun . Why , Jessica ! Shy . Who bids thee call ? I did not bid thee call . Laun . Your worship was wont to tell me , I could ...
... hast done with me ! -What Jessica ! - And sleep and snore , and rend apparel out ; — Why , Jessica , I say ! Laun . Why , Jessica ! Shy . Who bids thee call ? I did not bid thee call . Laun . Your worship was wont to tell me , I could ...
第40页
... hast thou found my daughter ? Tub . I often came where I did hear of her , but cannot find her . Shy . Why there , there , there , there ! a diamond gone , cost me two thousand ducats in Frankfort ! The curse never fell upon our nation ...
... hast thou found my daughter ? Tub . I often came where I did hear of her , but cannot find her . Shy . Why there , there , there , there ! a diamond gone , cost me two thousand ducats in Frankfort ! The curse never fell upon our nation ...
第57页
... Hast thou of me , as she is for a wife . Jes . Nay , but ask my opinion too of that . Lor . I will anon ; first , let us go to dinner . Jes . Nay , let me praise you , while I have a stomach . Lor . No , pray thee , let it serve for ...
... Hast thou of me , as she is for a wife . Jes . Nay , but ask my opinion too of that . Lor . I will anon ; first , let us go to dinner . Jes . Nay , let me praise you , while I have a stomach . Lor . No , pray thee , let it serve for ...
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Antigonus Antonio AUTOLYCUS Baptista Bass Bassanio Ben Jonson BERTRAM Bian Bianca Bion BIONDELLO Bohemia Camillo CLEOMENES Count court daughter doth ducats Duke Enter Exeunt Exit eyes fair father fear fool forest of Arden fortune gentle gentleman give Gremio hand hath hear heart heaven Hermione honest honour Hortensio i'the Kate Kath KATHARINA king knave lady Laun Launcelot Leon Leontes live look lord Lucentio madam maid marry master means mistress musick Narbon Nerissa never Orlando Padua Parolles peize Petruchio play Polixenes pr'ythee pray queen ring Rosalind Rousillon Salan SCENE Servant Shakspeare Shep Shylock Sicilia signior speak STEEVENS swear sweet tell thee There's thine thing thou art Touch Tranio unto Vincentio wife word young
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第411页 - O Proserpina, For the flowers now, that frighted thou let'st fall From Dis's waggon ! daffodils, That come before the swallow dares, and take The winds of March with beauty ; violets dim, But sweeter than the lids of Juno's eyes Or Cytherea's breath ; pale primroses, That die unmarried, ere they can behold Bright Phoebus in his strength — a malady Most incident to maids...
第119页 - And then the whining school-boy, with his satchel And shining morning face, creeping like snail Unwillingly to school. And then the lover, Sighing like furnace, with a woeful ballad Made to his mistress
第40页 - 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. If a Jew wrong a Christian,...
第239页 - The web of our life is of a mingled yarn, good and ill together : our virtues would be proud if our faults whipped them not; and our crimes would despair if they were not cherished by our virtues.
第410页 - But nature makes that mean: so, o'er that art, Which you say adds to nature, is an art That nature makes. You see, sweet maid, we marry A gentler scion to the wildest stock, And make conceive a bark of baser kind By bud of nobler race: this is an art Which does mend nature, — change it rather; but The art itself is nature.
第47页 - But now I was the lord Of this fair mansion, master of my servants, Queen o'er myself; and even now, but now, This house, these servants, and this same myself, Are yours- my lord's. I give them with this ring...
第349页 - Such duty as the subject owes the prince, Even such, a woman oweth to her husband : And, when she's froward, peevish, sullen, sour, And, not obedient to his honest will, What is she, but a foul contending rebel, And graceless traitor to her loving lord ? — I am asham'd, that women are so simple To offer war, where they should kneel for peace ; Or seek for rule, supremacy, and sway, When they are bound to serve, love, and obey.
第115页 - twill be eleven; And so, from hour to hour, we ripe and ripe, And then, from hour to hour, we rot, and rot, And thereby hangs a tale.
第64页 - I will be bound to pay it ten times o'er, On forfeit of my hands, my head, my heart : If this will not suffice, it must appear That malice bears down truth. And I beseech you, Wrest once the law to your authority : To do a great right, do a little wrong, And curb this cruel devil of his will.
第360页 - Can thy dam? — may't be? Affection! thy intention stabs the centre: Thou dost make possible things not so held, Communicat'st with dreams; — how can this be? — With what's unreal thou co-active art, And fellow'st nothing: then 'tis very credent...