The Plays & Poems of Shakespeare: Macbeth. King John. King Richard the secondH:O. Bohn, 1857 |
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第 1 到 5 筆結果，共 35 筆
第 60 頁
... not often vouch'd , while ' tis a making , ' Tis given with welcome : to feed , were best at home ; From thence , the sauce to meat is ceremony ; Meeting were bare without it . Macb . Sweet remembrancer 60 ACT III . MACBETH .
... not often vouch'd , while ' tis a making , ' Tis given with welcome : to feed , were best at home ; From thence , the sauce to meat is ceremony ; Meeting were bare without it . Macb . Sweet remembrancer 60 ACT III . MACBETH .
第 61 頁
William Shakespeare Abraham John Valpy. Meeting were bare without it . Macb . Sweet remembrancer ! - Now , good digestion wait on appetite , And health on both ! Len . May it please your highness sit ? [ the Ghost of Banquo rises , and ...
William Shakespeare Abraham John Valpy. Meeting were bare without it . Macb . Sweet remembrancer ! - Now , good digestion wait on appetite , And health on both ! Len . May it please your highness sit ? [ the Ghost of Banquo rises , and ...
第 75 頁
... sweet bodements ! good ! Rebellious head , rise never , till the wood Of Birnam rise , and our high - placed Macbeth Shall live the lease of nature , pay his breath To time and mortal custom . Yet my heart Throbs to know one thing ...
... sweet bodements ! good ! Rebellious head , rise never , till the wood Of Birnam rise , and our high - placed Macbeth Shall live the lease of nature , pay his breath To time and mortal custom . Yet my heart Throbs to know one thing ...
第 87 頁
... sweet milk of concord into hell , Uproar the universal peace , confound All unity on earth . Macd . O Scotland ! Scotland ! Mal . If such a one be fit to govern , speak : I am as I have spoken . Macd . Fit to govern ! No , not to live ...
... sweet milk of concord into hell , Uproar the universal peace , confound All unity on earth . Macd . O Scotland ! Scotland ! Mal . If such a one be fit to govern , speak : I am as I have spoken . Macd . Fit to govern ! No , not to live ...
第 101 頁
... sweet oblivious antidote , Cleanse the stuff'd bosom of that perilous stuff , Which weighs upon the heart ? Doc . Must minister to himself . Therein the patient Macb . Throw physic to the dogs ; I'll none of it.- Come , put mine armour ...
... sweet oblivious antidote , Cleanse the stuff'd bosom of that perilous stuff , Which weighs upon the heart ? Doc . Must minister to himself . Therein the patient Macb . Throw physic to the dogs ; I'll none of it.- Come , put mine armour ...
常見字詞
Angiers arms Arthur Attendants Aumerle Bagot banish'd Banquo BASTARD BISHOP OF CARLISLE Blanch blood Bolingbroke bosom breath Bushy castle cousin crown Dauphin dead death deed doth Duch duke duke of Hereford duke of Norfolk earth England Enter KING Exeunt Exit eyes fair farewell father Faulconbridge fear Fleance Florish France friends Gaunt gentle give grace grief hand hath hear heart Heaven Hereford hither honor Hubert JAMES GURNEY John of Gaunt KING JOHN KING RICHARD LADY MACBETH land liege live look lord Macb Macd Macduff Madam majesty murder night noble Norfolk Northumberland PANDULPH pardon peace prince Queen Rosse royal Salisbury SCENE SHAK shame sleep Soldiers sorrow soul speak stand sweet sword tears thane thane of Cawdor thee thine thou art thou hast thought tongue traitor uncle Witch words York
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第 228 頁 - This England never did, (nor never shall,) Lie at the proud foot of a conqueror, But when it first did help to wound itself. Now these her princes are come home again, Come the three corners of the world in arms, And we shall shock them : Nought shall make us rue, If England to itself do rest but true.
第 17 頁 - This supernatural soliciting Cannot be ill ; cannot be good : — If ill, Why hath it given me earnest of success, Commencing in a truth ? I am thane of Cawdor : If good, why do I yield to that suggestion Whose horrid image doth unfix my hair, And make my seated heart knock at my ribs, Against the use of nature...
第 27 頁 - tis done, then 'twere well It were done quickly : if the assassination Could trammel up the consequence, and catch, With his surcease, success ; that but this blow Might be the be-all and the end-all here, But here, upon this bank and shoal of time, — We'd jump the life to come.
第 66 頁 - I am in blood Stepp'd in so far that, should I wade no more, Returning were as tedious as go o'er. Strange things I have in head that will to hand, Which must be acted ere they may be scann'd.
第 14 頁 - If you can look into the seeds of time, And say, which grain will grow, and which will not, Speak then to me, who neither beg, nor fear, Your favours, nor your hate.
第 184 頁 - Have you the heart ? When your head did but ache, I knit my handkerchief about your brows, (The best I had ; a princess wrought it me,) And I did never ask it you again ; And with my hand at midnight held your head ; And, like the watchful minutes to the hour, Still and anon cheer'd up the heavy time ; Saying, What lack you ? and, Where lies your grief...
第 100 頁 - I have lived long enough : my way of life Is fall'n into the sear, the yellow leaf ; And that which should accompany old age, As honour, love, obedience, troops of friends, I must not look to have ; but, in their stead, Curses, not loud but deep, mouth-honour, breath, Which the poor heart would fain deny, and dare not.
第 33 頁 - Is this a dagger which I see before me, The handle toward my hand ? Come, let me clutch thee: I have thee not, and yet I see thee still. Art thou not, fatal vision, sensible To feeling as to sight ? or art thou but A dagger of the mind, a false creation, Proceeding from the heat -oppressed brain?
第 298 頁 - To monarchize, be fear'd and kill with looks, Infusing him with self and vain conceit, As if this flesh which walls about our life Were brass impregnable, and humour'd thus Comes at the last and with a little pin Bores through his castle wall, and farewell king!
第 28 頁 - Was the hope drunk Wherein you dress'd yourself? Hath it slept since? And wakes it now, to look so green and pale At what it did so freely ? From this time Such I account thy love. Art thou afeard To be the same in thine own act and valour As thou art in desire? Wouldst thou have that Which thou esteem'st the ornament of life, And live a coward in thine own esteem, Letting "I dare not" wait upon "I would," Like the poor cat i