The Plays of William Shakespeare: With Notes of Various Commentators, 第 10 卷G. Kearsley [Printed, 1806 |
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第 10 頁
... hand wafts to her ; Whose present grace to present slaves and servants Translates his rivals . Pain . ' Tis conceiv'd to scope7 . This throne , this Fortune , and this hill , methinks , With one man beckon'd from the rest below , Bowing ...
... hand wafts to her ; Whose present grace to present slaves and servants Translates his rivals . Pain . ' Tis conceiv'd to scope7 . This throne , this Fortune , and this hill , methinks , With one man beckon'd from the rest below , Bowing ...
第 11 頁
... hands , let him slip down , Not one accompanying his declining foot . Pain . ' Tis common : A thousand moral paintings I can show , That shall demonstrate these quick blows of fortune More pregnantly than words . Yet you do well , To ...
... hands , let him slip down , Not one accompanying his declining foot . Pain . ' Tis common : A thousand moral paintings I can show , That shall demonstrate these quick blows of fortune More pregnantly than words . Yet you do well , To ...
第 13 頁
... , Pawn me to this your honour , she is his . Tim . My hand to thee ; mine honour on my promise . Luc . Humbly I thank your lordship : Never may VOL . X. That state or fortune fall into my keeping , Which TIMON OF ATHENS . 13.
... , Pawn me to this your honour , she is his . Tim . My hand to thee ; mine honour on my promise . Luc . Humbly I thank your lordship : Never may VOL . X. That state or fortune fall into my keeping , Which TIMON OF ATHENS . 13.
第 14 頁
... hand ; We must needs dine together . - Sir , your jewel Hath suffer'd under praise . Jew . What , my lord ? dispraise ? Tim . A meer satiety of commendations . If I should pay you for't , as ' tis extoll'd , It would unclew me quite 12 ...
... hand ; We must needs dine together . - Sir , your jewel Hath suffer'd under praise . Jew . What , my lord ? dispraise ? Tim . A meer satiety of commendations . If I should pay you for't , as ' tis extoll'd , It would unclew me quite 12 ...
第 25 頁
... hands , dancing , and playing . Apem . Hey day ! what a sweep of vanity comes this way ! They dance ! they are mad women . 20 Like madness is the glory of this life , As this pomp shows to a little oil , and root . We make ourselves ...
... hands , dancing , and playing . Apem . Hey day ! what a sweep of vanity comes this way ! They dance ! they are mad women . 20 Like madness is the glory of this life , As this pomp shows to a little oil , and root . We make ourselves ...
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Aaron Alcib Alcibiades Antiochus Apem Apemantus Athens Bassianus Bawd blood Boult brother CHIRON Cleon daughter dead death deed DEMETRIUS Dionyza dost thou doth emperor empress Enter Ephesus Exeunt Exit eyes father fear feast Fish Flav fool fortune friends give gods gold Goths Gower grief hand hath hear heart heaven Helicanus hither honest honour JOHNSON king knight lady Lavinia live look lord Timon lordship Lucius Lucullus Lychorida Lysimachus Marcus Marina mistress Mitylene musick ne'er never noble Pain Pentapolis Pericles Phrynia Poet pray prince PRINCE OF TYRE queen revenge Rome Rome's Saturninus SCENE Senators Serv Servant Shakspeare Simonides sons sorrow speak STEEVENS sweet Tamora tears tell Thai Thaisa Tharsus thee There's thine thou art thou hast thyself TIMON OF ATHENS TITUS ANDRONICUS tongue tribune Tyre unto villain weep would'st
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第 71 頁 - Thus much of this will make black white, foul fair, Wrong right, base noble, old young, coward valiant. Ha, you gods! why this? what this, you gods? Why, this Will lug your priests and servants from your sides, Pluck stout men's pillows from below their heads: This yellow slave Will knit and break religions, bless the accursed, Make the hoar leprosy adored, place thieves And give them title, knee and approbation With senators on the bench...
第 87 頁 - The sun's a thief, and with his great attraction Robs the vast sea : the moon's an arrant thief, And her pale fire she snatches from the sun : The sea's a thief, whose liquid surge resolves The moon into salt tears : the earth's a thief, That feeds and breeds by a composture stolen From general excrement : each thing's a thief ; The laws, your curb and whip, in their rough power Have uncheck'd theft.
第 101 頁 - Come not to me again : but say to Athens, Timon hath made his everlasting mansion Upon the beached verge of the salt flood ; Who once a day with his embossed froth The turbulent surge shall cover : thither come, And let my grave-stone be your oracle.