The Plays of Shakspeare: Printed from the Text of Samuel Johnson, George Steevens, and Isaac Reed, 第 10 卷 |
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第109页
Well , I will find him : For being now a favourer to the Roman , No more a Briton , I
have re - sum ' d again The part I came in : Fight I will no more , But yield me to
the veriest hind , that shall Once touch my shoulder . Great the slaughter is Here ...
Well , I will find him : For being now a favourer to the Roman , No more a Briton , I
have re - sum ' d again The part I came in : Fight I will no more , But yield me to
the veriest hind , that shall Once touch my shoulder . Great the slaughter is Here ...
第309页
You have heard on ' t , sweet ? Cleo . Celerity is never more admir ' d , Than by
the negligent . Ant . A good rebuke , Which might have well becom ' d the best of
men , To taunt at slackness . - - - Canidius , we Will fight with him by sea . Cleo .
You have heard on ' t , sweet ? Cleo . Celerity is never more admir ' d , Than by
the negligent . Ant . A good rebuke , Which might have well becom ' d the best of
men , To taunt at slackness . - - - Canidius , we Will fight with him by sea . Cleo .
第310页
... leave unexecuted Your own renowned knowledge ; quite forego The way
which promises assurance ; and Give up yourself merely to chance and hazard ,
From firm security . Ant . I ' ll fight at sea . Cleo . I have fifty sails , Cæsar none
belter .
... leave unexecuted Your own renowned knowledge ; quite forego The way
which promises assurance ; and Give up yourself merely to chance and hazard ,
From firm security . Ant . I ' ll fight at sea . Cleo . I have fifty sails , Cæsar none
belter .
第313页
Eno . What ' s thy passion ? Scar . The greater cantle of the world is lost With very
ignorance ; we have kissed away Kingdoms and provinces . Eno . How appears
the fight ? Scar . On our side like the token ' d pestilence , Where death is sure .
Eno . What ' s thy passion ? Scar . The greater cantle of the world is lost With very
ignorance ; we have kissed away Kingdoms and provinces . Eno . How appears
the fight ? Scar . On our side like the token ' d pestilence , Where death is sure .
第329页
Eno . He thinks , being twenty times of better fortune , He is twenty men to one .
Ant . To - morrow , soldier , By sea and land I ' ll fight : or I will live , Or bathe my
dying honour in the blood Shall make it live again . Woo ' t thou fight well ? Eno .
Eno . He thinks , being twenty times of better fortune , He is twenty men to one .
Ant . To - morrow , soldier , By sea and land I ' ll fight : or I will live , Or bathe my
dying honour in the blood Shall make it live again . Woo ' t thou fight well ? Eno .
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