The Hamnet Shakspere: According to the First Folio (spelling Modernised).Edmonston, 1880 |
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第 viii 頁
... blood " towards the Rabble , and who , if he had his way , would make a slaughtered quarry of them - appears in their midst , a wolf in sheep's clothing , to beg their sweet Voices . In the First Folio we have : Corio . You know the ...
... blood " towards the Rabble , and who , if he had his way , would make a slaughtered quarry of them - appears in their midst , a wolf in sheep's clothing , to beg their sweet Voices . In the First Folio we have : Corio . You know the ...
第 xvi 頁
... blood At Grecian sword . Contenning , tell Valeria We are fit to bid her welcome . In the Three After Folios we have " Swords Contending , " and the Capital Letter given to " Contending " puzzled the Printers , and led them to suppose ...
... blood At Grecian sword . Contenning , tell Valeria We are fit to bid her welcome . In the Three After Folios we have " Swords Contending , " and the Capital Letter given to " Contending " puzzled the Printers , and led them to suppose ...
第 xxviii 頁
... blood Up to the Elbows , " & c . but in the life of Publicola , W.S. has put a mark opposite the marginal title , " The confederacie confirmed with drinking of man's bloud , " and the passage , " After these two yong men had given their ...
... blood Up to the Elbows , " & c . but in the life of Publicola , W.S. has put a mark opposite the marginal title , " The confederacie confirmed with drinking of man's bloud , " and the passage , " After these two yong men had given their ...
第 liv 頁
... Blood And through the Cranks and Offices of Man Thou Rascal , that are worst in Blood to run make you ready your stiff Bats and Clubs are at the point of Battle The one side must have Bail you dissentious Rogues . They'll sit by the ...
... Blood And through the Cranks and Offices of Man Thou Rascal , that are worst in Blood to run make you ready your stiff Bats and Clubs are at the point of Battle The one side must have Bail you dissentious Rogues . They'll sit by the ...
第 lv 頁
... Blood • Away you Fool ; it more becomes a Man Than Hectors Forehead , when it spit forth Blood And tread upon his Neck 11 " " 11 " " 11 99 12 " " 12 12 12 པ " " 12 " " I'll swear ' tis a very pretty Boy I will not out of Doors Not out ...
... Blood • Away you Fool ; it more becomes a Man Than Hectors Forehead , when it spit forth Blood And tread upon his Neck 11 " " 11 " " 11 99 12 " " 12 12 12 པ " " 12 " " I'll swear ' tis a very pretty Boy I will not out of Doors Not out ...
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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.