The Hamnet Shakspere: According to the First Folio (spelling Modernised).Edmonston, 1880 |
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... 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 selfe , how much more vnfortunate then all the women liuing , we are ...
... 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 selfe , how much more vnfortunate then all the women liuing , we are ...
第 xxxv 頁
... poor players , James Burbage , Richard Burbage , John Taylor , William Shakspere , & c . , being all of them sharers in the Blackfriars Playhouse . " In his Biography of Shak- spere , Mr Knight , speaking of the names to this ...
... poor players , James Burbage , Richard Burbage , John Taylor , William Shakspere , & c . , being all of them sharers in the Blackfriars Playhouse . " In his Biography of Shak- spere , Mr Knight , speaking of the names to this ...
第 xxxvi 頁
... poor in the latter part of his life , it seems much more probable that Davenant obtained it by purchase , " and the writer on " Frozen - out Actors " in the Cornhill Magazine 1862 , seems also to connect it with Joseph Taylor , for he ...
... poor in the latter part of his life , it seems much more probable that Davenant obtained it by purchase , " and the writer on " Frozen - out Actors " in the Cornhill Magazine 1862 , seems also to connect it with Joseph Taylor , for he ...
第 liv 頁
... poor Suitors have strong Breaths we have strong Arms too Strike at the Heaven with your Your Knees to them ( not Arms ) established against the Rich · · • Staves . to chain up and restrain the Poor I ' th ' midds't a th ' Body Unto the ...
... poor Suitors have strong Breaths we have strong Arms too Strike at the Heaven with your Your Knees to them ( not Arms ) established against the Rich · · • Staves . to chain up and restrain the Poor I ' th ' midds't a th ' Body Unto the ...
第 lvii 頁
... poor mans House my Memory is tir'd • · The Blood upon your Visage dries He's the Devil • How the World goes 1 may spur on my Journey • Not according to the Prayer of the People You two are Old Men • Give your dispositions the Reins your ...
... poor mans House my Memory is tir'd • · The Blood upon your Visage dries He's the Devil • How the World goes 1 may spur on my Journey • Not according to the Prayer of the People You two are Old Men • Give your dispositions the Reins your ...
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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.