The plays of William Shakspeare, pr. from the text of the corrected copies left by G. Steevens and E. Malone, with a selection of notes from the most eminent commentors by A. Chalmers, 第 8 卷 |
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第 15 頁
... art most rich , being poor ; Most choice , forsaken ; and most lov'd , despis'd ! Thee and thy virtues here I seize ... Thou losest here3 , a better where to find . ↑ " It is no more but this ? " - MALONE . 1 with respects , ] i ...
... art most rich , being poor ; Most choice , forsaken ; and most lov'd , despis'd ! Thee and thy virtues here I seize ... Thou losest here3 , a better where to find . ↑ " It is no more but this ? " - MALONE . 1 with respects , ] i ...
第 17 頁
... Thou , nature , art my goddess ; to thy law My services are bound : Wherefore should I Stand in the plague of custom 9 ; and permit 5- of long - engrafted condition , ] i . e . of qualities of mind , con- firmed by long habit . 6 let us ...
... Thou , nature , art my goddess ; to thy law My services are bound : Wherefore should I Stand in the plague of custom 9 ; and permit 5- of long - engrafted condition , ] i . e . of qualities of mind , con- firmed by long habit . 6 let us ...
第 25 頁
... thou can'st serve where thou dost stand condemn'd , ( So may it come ! ) thy master , whom thou lov'st , Shall find ... art thou ? Kent . A man , sir . Lear . What dost thou profess ? What would'st thou with us ? Kent . I do ...
... thou can'st serve where thou dost stand condemn'd , ( So may it come ! ) thy master , whom thou lov'st , Shall find ... art thou ? Kent . A man , sir . Lear . What dost thou profess ? What would'st thou with us ? Kent . I do ...
第 26 頁
... art thou ? Kent . A very honest - hearted fellow , and as poor as the king . Lear . If thou be as poor for a subject , as he is for a king , thou art poor enough . What would'st thou ? Kent . Service . Lear . Who would'st thou serve ...
... art thou ? Kent . A very honest - hearted fellow , and as poor as the king . Lear . If thou be as poor for a subject , as he is for a king , thou art poor enough . What would'st thou ? Kent . Service . Lear . Who would'st thou serve ...
第 31 頁
... thou madest thy daughters thy mother : for when thou gavest them the rod , and put'st down thine own breeches , Then ... art an O with- out a figure : I am better than thou art now : I am a fool , thou art nothing . - Yes ...
... thou madest thy daughters thy mother : for when thou gavest them the rod , and put'st down thine own breeches , Then ... art an O with- out a figure : I am better than thou art now : I am a fool , thou art nothing . - Yes ...
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art thou Benvolio better blood Brabantio CAPULET Cassio Cordelia Corn Cyprus daughter dead dear death Denmark Desdemona dost thou doth Duke Edmund Emil EMILIA Enter Exeunt Exit eyes fair Farewell father fear fool Fortinbras friar Gent gentleman give Gloster GONERIL GUILDENSTERN Hamlet hand hath hear heart heaven hither honest honour Horatio i'the Iago is't JOHNSON Juliet Kent king knave lady Laer Laertes Lear look lord madam MALONE Mantua marry matter means Mercutio Michael Cassio Moor murder never night noble Nurse o'er Ophelia Othello play poison'd POLONIUS poor Pr'ythee pray Queen Roderigo Romeo SCENE Shakspeare signifies soul speak sweet sword tell thee there's thine thing thou art thou hast thought to-night Tybalt Venice villain wife word
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第 399 頁 - tis not to come ; if it be not to come, it will be now ; if it be not now, yet it will come : the readiness is all.
第 325 頁 - O, there be players that I have seen play, and heard others praise, and that highly, not to speak it profanely, that, neither having the accent of christians, nor the gait of christian, pagan, nor man, have so strutted, and bellowed, that I have thought some of Nature's journeymen had made men, and not made them well, they imitated humanity so abominably.
第 314 頁 - peasant slave am I ! Is it not monstrous that this player here, But in a fiction, in a dream of passion, Could force his soul so to his own conceit That from her working all his visage wann'd ; Tears in his eyes, distraction in 's aspect, A broken voice, and his whole function suiting With forms to his conceit ? and all for nothing...
第 112 頁 - And, to deal plainly, I fear I am not in my perfect mind. Methinks I should know you and know this man; Yet I am doubtful; for I am mainly ignorant What place this is, and all the skill I have Remembers not these garments; nor I know not Where I did lodge last night. Do not laugh at me; For, as I am a man, I think this lady To be my child Cordelia.
第 286 頁 - Remember thee? Ay, thou poor ghost, while memory holds a seat In this distracted globe. Remember thee? Yea, from the table of my memory I'll wipe away all trivial fond records, All saws of books, all forms, all pressures past, That youth and observation copied there; And.
第 169 頁 - But, soft! what light through yonder window breaks! It is the east, and Juliet is the sun ! — Arise, fair sun, and kill the envious moon, Who is already sick and pale with grief, That thou her maid art far more fair than she...
第 339 頁 - Tis now the very witching time of night ; When churchyards yawn, and hell itself breathes out Contagion to this world : Now could I drink hot blood, And do such business as the bitter day Would quake to look on.
第 118 頁 - I'll kneel down And ask of thee forgiveness: so we'll live, And pray, and sing, and tell old tales, and laugh At gilded butterflies, and hear poor rogues Talk of court news; and we'll talk with them too, — Who loses and who wins; who's in, who's out; — And take...
第 306 頁 - ... this most excellent canopy, the air, look you, this brave o'erhanging firmament, this majestical roof fretted with golden fire, why, it appears no other thing to me, than a foul and pestilent congregation of vapors.
第 386 頁 - Alas, poor Yorick! — I knew him, Horatio; a fellow of infinite jest, of most excellent fancy, he hath 'borne me on his back a thousand times; and now, how abhorred in my imagination it is! my gorge rises at it. Here hung those lips that I have kissed I know not how oft. — Where be your gibes now? your gambols? your songs? your flashes of merriment, that were wont to set the table on a roar?