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66 SCENE Achilles adopted allusion alteration Antony Banquo Beaumont and Fletcher's Boyet cited cloth COLLIER Comedy of Errors compositor conjecture Coriolanus corruption dispos'd doth doubt Duke Dyce early writers EDWARD MOXON error evidently explanation expression eyes following passage fool Ghost Gifford Gloster Hamlet hath heaven honour Johnson Juliet King Henry King Henry VI Knight gives Knight prints Lady Little French Lawyer lord Macbeth Malone and Knight Massinger's Master meaning misprint modern editors observes old copies old editions old eds original Othello perhaps POEMS poet preceding present passage present play punctuation quarto remarks retains right reading rightly Romeo Romeo and Juliet says Scornful Lady second folio seems sense Shakespeare shews Silvia Spanish Tragedy speak speech spelt stage-direction stand Steevens suppose thee Theobald thou tion Tragedy Troilus and Cressida true reading verb verse volume Warburton word
第 21 頁 - Well believe this, No ceremony that to great ones 'longs, Not the king's crown, nor the deputed sword, The marshal's truncheon, nor the judge's robe, Become them with one half so good a grace, As mercy does.
第 210 頁 - With juice of cursed hebenon in a vial, And in the porches of mine ears did pour The leperous distilment ; whose effect Holds such an enmity with blood of man, That, swift as quicksilver, it courses through The natural gates and alleys of the body ; And, with a sudden vigour, it doth posset And curd, like eager droppings into milk, The thin and wholesome blood : so did it mine ; And a most instant tetter bark'd about, Most lazar-like, with vile and loathsome crust, All my smooth body.
第 243 頁 - Nor set down aught in malice: then must you speak Of one that loved not wisely but too well; Of one not easily jealous, but, being wrought, Perplex'd in the extreme; of one whose hand, Like the base Indian, threw a pearl away Richer than all his tribe...
第 35 頁 - I have of late — but wherefore I know not — lost all my mirth, forgone all custom of exercises; and indeed it goes so heavily with my disposition that this goodly frame, the earth, seems to me a sterile promontory ; this most excellent canopy, the air, look you, this brave o'erhanging firmament, this majestical roof fretted with golden fire...
第 7 頁 - Where the bee sucks, there suck I ; In a cowslip's bell I lie; There I couch when owls do cry. On the bat's back I do fly After summer merrily. Merrily, merrily shall I live now Under the blossom that hangs on the bough.
第 140 頁 - Love thyself last: cherish those hearts that hate thee; Corruption wins not more than honesty. Still in thy right hand carry gentle peace, To silence envious tongues. Be just, and fear not. Let all the ends thou aim'st at be thy country's, Thy God's, and truth's; then if thou fall'st, O Cromwell, Thou fall'st a blessed martyr!
第 148 頁 - Look, where he comes ! Not poppy, nor mandragora, Nor all the drowsy syrups of the world, Shall ever medicine thee to that sweet sleep Which thou ow'dst yesterday.
第 189 頁 - This castle hath a pleasant seat ; the air Nimbly and sweetly recommends itself Unto our gentle senses. Ban. This guest of summer, The temple-haunting martlet, does approve By his lov'd mansionry that the heaven's breath Smells wooingly here : no jutty, frieze, Buttress, nor coign of vantage, but this bird Hath made his pendent bed and procreant cradle : Where they most breed and haunt, I have observ'd The air is delicate.
第 108 頁 - Wednesday. Doth he feel it? No.- Doth he hear it? No. Is it insensible then? Yea, to the dead. But will it not live with the living? No. Why? Detraction will not suffer it: — therefore I'll none of it: Honour is a mere scutcheon, and so ends my catechism.