The Plays of William Shakespeare: With Notes of Various Commentators, 第 10 期G. Kearsley [Printed, 1806 |
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第 1 到 5 筆結果，共 42 筆
第 8 頁
... pray , let's see't : For the lord Timon , sir ? Jew . If he will touch the estimate : But , for that- Poet . When we for recompense have prais'd the vile , It stains the glory in that happy verse Which aptly sings the good . Mer . ' Tis ...
... pray , let's see't : For the lord Timon , sir ? Jew . If he will touch the estimate : But , for that- Poet . When we for recompense have prais'd the vile , It stains the glory in that happy verse Which aptly sings the good . Mer . ' Tis ...
第 17 頁
... Pray , entertain them ; give them guide to [ Exeunt some Attendants . us.- You must needs dine with me : -Go not you hence , Till I have thank'd you ; and , when dinner's done , Show me this piece . I am joyful of your sights.- Enter ...
... Pray , entertain them ; give them guide to [ Exeunt some Attendants . us.- You must needs dine with me : -Go not you hence , Till I have thank'd you ; and , when dinner's done , Show me this piece . I am joyful of your sights.- Enter ...
第 18 頁
... Pray you , let us in . [ Exeunt all but Apemantus . Enter two Lords . 1 Lord . What time a day is't , Apemantus ? Apem . Time to be honest . 1 Lord . That time serves still . Apem . The most accursed thou , that still omit'st it . 2 ...
... Pray you , let us in . [ Exeunt all but Apemantus . Enter two Lords . 1 Lord . What time a day is't , Apemantus ? Apem . Time to be honest . 1 Lord . That time serves still . Apem . The most accursed thou , that still omit'st it . 2 ...
第 20 頁
... Pray , sit ; more welcome are ye to my fortunes , Than my fortunes to me . [ They sit . 1 Lord . My lord , we always have confess'd it . Apem . Ho , ho , confess'd it ? hang'd it , have you not ? Tim . O , Apemantus ! -you are welcome ...
... Pray , sit ; more welcome are ye to my fortunes , Than my fortunes to me . [ They sit . 1 Lord . My lord , we always have confess'd it . Apem . Ho , ho , confess'd it ? hang'd it , have you not ? Tim . O , Apemantus ! -you are welcome ...
第 22 頁
... pray for no man but myself : Grant I may never prove so fond , To trust man on his oath or bond ; Or a harlot , for her weeping ; Or a dog , that seems a sleeping ; Or a keeper with my freedom ; Or my friends , if I should need ' em ...
... pray for no man but myself : Grant I may never prove so fond , To trust man on his oath or bond ; Or a harlot , for her weeping ; Or a dog , that seems a sleeping ; Or a keeper with my freedom ; Or my friends , if I should need ' em ...
常見字詞
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.