The Hamnet Shakspere: According to the First Folio (spelling Modernised).Edmonston, 1880 |
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第 xxxii 頁
... , Act V. Sc . iii . 1. 44 , Tragedies , p . 27 , or 625 , ed . Booth : Volum . Should we be silent & not speak , our Raiment And state of Bodies would bewray what life We haue led since thy Exile . Think with thy ( xxxii )
... , Act V. Sc . iii . 1. 44 , Tragedies , p . 27 , or 625 , ed . Booth : Volum . Should we be silent & not speak , our Raiment And state of Bodies would bewray what life We haue led since thy Exile . Think with thy ( xxxii )
第 10 頁
... low stools and sew . Volum . I pray you daughter sing , or express your self in a more comfortable sort : If my Son were my Husband , I should freelier rejoice in that absence wherein he won Honour , 10 THE TRAGEDY OF CORIOLANUS .
... low stools and sew . Volum . I pray you daughter sing , or express your self in a more comfortable sort : If my Son were my Husband , I should freelier rejoice in that absence wherein he won Honour , 10 THE TRAGEDY OF CORIOLANUS .
第 11 頁
... Volum . Then his good report should have been my Son , I therein would have found issue . Hear me profess sincerely , had I a dozen sons each in my love alike , and none less dear than thine , and my good Martius , I had rather had ...
... Volum . Then his good report should have been my Son , I therein would have found issue . Hear me profess sincerely , had I a dozen sons each in my love alike , and none less dear than thine , and my good Martius , I had rather had ...
第 12 頁
... Volum . She shall , she shall . Virg . Indeed no , by your patience ; I'll not over the thres- hold , till my Lord return from the Wars . Val . Fie , you confine your self most unreasonably 12 THE TRAGEDY OF CORIOLANUS .
... Volum . She shall , she shall . Virg . Indeed no , by your patience ; I'll not over the thres- hold , till my Lord return from the Wars . Val . Fie , you confine your self most unreasonably 12 THE TRAGEDY OF CORIOLANUS .
第 13 頁
... Volum . Why I pray you . Vlug . ' Tis not to save labour , nor that I want love . Val . You would be another Penelope : yet they say , all the yarn she spun in Ulysses absence , did but fill Athica full of Moths : Come , I would your ...
... Volum . Why I pray you . Vlug . ' Tis not to save labour , nor that I want love . Val . You would be another Penelope : yet they say , all the yarn she spun in Ulysses absence , did but fill Athica full of Moths : Come , I would your ...
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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.