The Dramatic Works of William Shakespeare: With the Corrections and Illustrations of Dr. Johnson, G. Steevens, and Others, 第 4 卷H. Durell, 1817 |
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... I'll talk with you more anon . Stew . May it please you , madam , that he bid Helen come to you ; of her I am to speak . Count . Sirrah , tell my gentlewoman , I would speak with her ; Helen I mean . Clo . Was this fair face the cause ...
... I'll talk with you more anon . Stew . May it please you , madam , that he bid Helen come to you ; of her I am to speak . Count . Sirrah , tell my gentlewoman , I would speak with her ; Helen I mean . Clo . Was this fair face the cause ...
第26页
... I'll steal away . 1 Lord . There's honour in the theft . Par . Commit it , count . 2 Lord . I am your accessary ; and so farewell . Ber . I grow to you , and our parting is a tortured body . 1 Lord . Farewell , captain . 2 Lord . Sweet ...
... I'll steal away . 1 Lord . There's honour in the theft . Par . Commit it , count . 2 Lord . I am your accessary ; and so farewell . Ber . I grow to you , and our parting is a tortured body . 1 Lord . Farewell , captain . 2 Lord . Sweet ...
第34页
... I'll like a maid the better , whilst I have a tooth in my head : Why , he's able to lead her a coranto . Par . Mort du Vinaigre ! is not this Helen ? Laf . ' Fore God , I think so . King . Go , call before me all the lords in court ...
... I'll like a maid the better , whilst I have a tooth in my head : Why , he's able to lead her a coranto . Par . Mort du Vinaigre ! is not this Helen ? Laf . ' Fore God , I think so . King . Go , call before me all the lords in court ...
第35页
... I'll never do you wrong for your own sake : Blessing upon your vows ! and in your bed Find fairer fortune , if you ever wed ! Laf . These boys are boys of ice , they'll none have her : sure , they are bastards to the English ; the ...
... I'll never do you wrong for your own sake : Blessing upon your vows ! and in your bed Find fairer fortune , if you ever wed ! Laf . These boys are boys of ice , they'll none have her : sure , they are bastards to the English ; the ...
第39页
... I'll have no more pity of his age , than I would have of - I'll beat him , an if I could but meet him again . Re - enter LAFEU . Laf . Sirrah , your lord and master's married , there's news for you ; you have a new mistress . Par . I ...
... I'll have no more pity of his age , than I would have of - I'll beat him , an if I could but meet him again . Re - enter LAFEU . Laf . Sirrah , your lord and master's married , there's news for you ; you have a new mistress . Par . I ...
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Antigonus AUTOLYCUS Banquo BERTRAM better blood Bohemia Camillo CLEOMENES Clown Count daughter death dost Duke Enter Exeunt Exit eyes father fear Fleance fool Gent gentleman give hand hath hear heart heaven Hermione honest honour Illyria in't is't JOHNSON king knave lady Lady MACBETH LAFEU Leontes look lord Macb Macbeth Macd Macduff madam maid MALONE Malvolio marry means mistress murder Narbon nature never night noble Olivia Parolles Paul Paulina play Polixenes poor pr'ythee pray queen Re-enter Rosse Rousillon SCENE servant Shakespeare Shep Sicilia Sir ANDREW Sir ANDREW AGUE-CHEEK sir Toby Sir TOBY BELCH sleep speak STEEVENS swear sweet tell thane thee There's thine thing thou art thou hast thought to't WARBURTON weird sisters wife Winter's Tale Witch woman word
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第281页 - Come you spirits That tend on mortal thoughts, unsex me here, And fill me, from the crown to the toe, top-full Of direst cruelty! make thick my blood, Stop up the access and passage to remorse, That no compunctious visitings of nature Shake my fell purpose, nor keep peace between The effect and it!