The Hamnet Shakspere: According to the First Folio (spelling Modernised).Edmonston, 1880 |
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第 xxxiii 頁
... peace ( my sonne ) and deter- mined not to speake , the state of our poor bodies , and present sight of our raiment , would easily bewray to thee what life we haue led at home , since thy exile and abode abroad ; but think now with thy ...
... peace ( my sonne ) and deter- mined not to speake , the state of our poor bodies , and present sight of our raiment , would easily bewray to thee what life we haue led at home , since thy exile and abode abroad ; but think now with thy ...
第 lvii 頁
... Peace you make is calling both the Parties Knaves You are a Pair of strange ones deserve not so honourable a Grave is worth all your Predecessors were hereditary Hangmen 27 " " 27 " " པ 27 99 27 " " 28 " " 28 99 28 · 99 28 " " 1 ...
... Peace you make is calling both the Parties Knaves You are a Pair of strange ones deserve not so honourable a Grave is worth all your Predecessors were hereditary Hangmen 27 " " 27 " " པ 27 99 27 " " 28 " " 28 99 28 · 99 28 " " 1 ...
第 lxi 頁
... Peace Draw near ye People 62 99 62 " " 63 99 63 99 63 99 63 99 63 " " 64 64 " " . 64 99 If you submit you to the People's Voices 64 29 Upon the wounds his Body bears Scratches with Briars , Scars to move " " 1 64 65 " " past for Consul ...
... Peace Draw near ye People 62 99 62 " " 63 99 63 99 63 99 63 99 63 " " 64 64 " " . 64 99 If you submit you to the People's Voices 64 29 Upon the wounds his Body bears Scratches with Briars , Scars to move " " 1 64 65 " " past for Consul ...
第 lxiv 頁
... Peace is nothing Let me have War say I , it exceeds Peace a getter of more Bastard Children than Wars a destroyer of Men . but Peace is a great maker of Cuckolds Ay , and it makes Men hate one another The Wars for my Money the present Peace ...
... Peace is nothing Let me have War say I , it exceeds Peace a getter of more Bastard Children than Wars a destroyer of Men . but Peace is a great maker of Cuckolds Ay , and it makes Men hate one another The Wars for my Money the present Peace ...
第 lxv 頁
... Peace . As he controll'd the War 87 87 99 The happy Man ; whether defect of Judgment 87 " " 87 " " 87 " " 87 " " And Power unto itself • One Fire drives out one Fire forg'd himself a Name a ' th ' Fire It was a bare Petition of a State ...
... Peace . As he controll'd the War 87 87 99 The happy Man ; whether defect of Judgment 87 " " 87 " " 87 " " 87 " " And Power unto itself • One Fire drives out one Fire forg'd himself a Name a ' th ' Fire It was a bare Petition of a State ...
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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.