The Hamnet Shakspere: According to the First Folio (spelling Modernised).Edmonston, 1880 |
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第 1 到 5 筆結果,共 29 筆
第 viii 頁
... Corio . You know the cause ( Sir ) of my standing here . 3 Cit . We do Sir , tell us what hath brought you to't . Corio . Mine own desert . 2 Cit . Your own desert . Corio . Ay , but mine own desire . 3 Cit . How not your own desire ...
... Corio . You know the cause ( Sir ) of my standing here . 3 Cit . We do Sir , tell us what hath brought you to't . Corio . Mine own desert . 2 Cit . Your own desert . Corio . Ay , but mine own desire . 3 Cit . How not your own desire ...
第 xxvii 頁
... Corio- lanus and Antony , and would not likely mark any passages at a distance from these Lives . Neither would , nor , we may almost say , could Shakspere mark these Lives to the extent he used them . He would require to study them ...
... Corio- lanus and Antony , and would not likely mark any passages at a distance from these Lives . Neither would , nor , we may almost say , could Shakspere mark these Lives to the extent he used them . He would require to study them ...
第 30 頁
... Corio . My gracious silence , hail : Would'st thou have laugh'd , had I come Coffin'd home , That weep'st to see me triumph ? Ah my dear , Such eyes the Widows in Carioles were , And Mothers that lack Sons . Kneels . Mene . Now the Gods ...
... Corio . My gracious silence , hail : Would'st thou have laugh'd , had I come Coffin'd home , That weep'st to see me triumph ? Ah my dear , Such eyes the Widows in Carioles were , And Mothers that lack Sons . Kneels . Mene . Now the Gods ...
第 47 頁
... Corio . Tullius Auffidius then had made new head . Latius . He had , my Lord , and that it was which caus'd Our swifter Composition . Corio . So then the Volces stand but as at first , Ready when time shall prompt them , to make road ...
... Corio . Tullius Auffidius then had made new head . Latius . He had , my Lord , and that it was which caus'd Our swifter Composition . Corio . So then the Volces stand but as at first , Ready when time shall prompt them , to make road ...
第 48 頁
... Corio . What makes this change ? Mene . The matter ? Com . Hath he not pass'd the Noble , and the Common ? Brut . Cominius , no . Corio . Have I had Childrens Voices ? Senat . Tribunes give way , he shall toth'Market place . Brut . The ...
... Corio . What makes this change ? Mene . The matter ? Com . Hath he not pass'd the Noble , and the Common ? Brut . Cominius , no . Corio . Have I had Childrens Voices ? Senat . Tribunes give way , he shall toth'Market place . Brut . The ...
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a'th Antium Auffidius banish'd bear Belly beseech blood Brut Brutus Caius Martius Capitol City Cominius Consul copy Corio death do't Drum Ears Edile edition Edward Rushton Emphasis-Capitals Enemy Enter Coriolanus Enter Menenius Epaminondas Exeunt Eyes Fourth Folio Friends Gates give Gods Greenock Library ha's hate hath hear heart Honour i'th John Taylor Joseph Taylor Julius Cæsar Ladies Lives Lord Madam marked Mene Menen Mother motto mutiners Noble North's Plutarch passages Patricians Peace pray prythee Richard Burbage Roman Plays Rome Senators Shakspere Shakspere's shew shew'd Sicin Sicinius Soldier speak stand Sword Tarpeian Rock tell thee thine thing Third Folio Thomas Taylor thou hast Titus Lartius to't Tongue Tribunes Tullus unto Valeria Virg Virgilia Voices Volces Volcians Volum Volumnia What's Wife word World worthy wounds written
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第 xxx 頁 - As Caesar loved me, I weep for him; as he was fortunate, I rejoice at it; as he was valiant, I honour him : but, as he was ambitious, I slew him.
第 7 頁 - Who deserves greatness Deserves your hate: and your affections are A sick man's appetite, who desires most that Which would increase his evil. He that depends Upon your favours, swims with fins of lead, And hews down oaks with rushes. Hang ye ! Trust ye ? With every minute you do change a mind; And call him noble, that was now your hate, Him vile, that was your garland.
第 56 頁 - His nature is too noble for the world : He would not flatter Neptune for his trident, Or Jove for his power to thunder. His heart's his mouth : What his breast forges that his tongue must vent; And, being angry, does forget that ever He heard the name of death.
第 68 頁 - You common cry of curs ! whose breath I hate As reek o' the rotten fens, whose loves I prize As the dead carcasses of unburied men That do corrupt my air, — I banish you ; And here remain with your uncertainty!
第 106 頁 - If you have writ your annals true, 'tis there, That, like an eagle in a dovecote, I Flutter'd your Volscians in Corioli : Alone I did it. — Boy ! Auf.