The Plays of Shakspeare: Printed from the Text of Samuel Johnson, George Steevens, and Isaac Reed, 第 11 卷Longman, Hurst, Rees, and Orme, 1807 |
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第 1 到 5 筆結果,共 29 筆
第 41 頁
... sword shall prove he's honour's enemy . Sim . No ! - Here comes my daughter , she can witness it . Enter THAISA . Per . Then , as you are as virtuous as fair , Resolve your angry father , if my tongue Did e'er solicit , or my hand ...
... sword shall prove he's honour's enemy . Sim . No ! - Here comes my daughter , she can witness it . Enter THAISA . Per . Then , as you are as virtuous as fair , Resolve your angry father , if my tongue Did e'er solicit , or my hand ...
第 130 頁
... have slaves , and peasants , This night englutted ! Who is not Timon's ? What heart , head , sword , force , means , but is lord Ti- mon's ? Great Timon , noble , worthy , royal Timon ? 130 ACT II . TIMON OF ATHENS .
... have slaves , and peasants , This night englutted ! Who is not Timon's ? What heart , head , sword , force , means , but is lord Ti- mon's ? Great Timon , noble , worthy , royal Timon ? 130 ACT II . TIMON OF ATHENS .
第 160 頁
... cruel ; Then what should war be ? This fell whore of thine Hath in her more destruction than thy sword , For all her cherubin look . Phry . Thy lips rot off ! Tim . I will not kiss thee ; then the 160 ACT IV . TIMON OF ATHENS ,
... cruel ; Then what should war be ? This fell whore of thine Hath in her more destruction than thy sword , For all her cherubin look . Phry . Thy lips rot off ! Tim . I will not kiss thee ; then the 160 ACT IV . TIMON OF ATHENS ,
第 162 頁
... sword and fortune , trod upon them , Tim . I pr'ythee , beat thy drum , and get thee gone . Alcib . I am thy friend , and pity thee , dear Timon . Tim . How dost thou pity him , whom thou dost trou- ble ? I had rather be alone . Alcib ...
... sword and fortune , trod upon them , Tim . I pr'ythee , beat thy drum , and get thee gone . Alcib . I am thy friend , and pity thee , dear Timon . Tim . How dost thou pity him , whom thou dost trou- ble ? I had rather be alone . Alcib ...
第 163 頁
... sword ; for those milk - paps , That through the window - bars bore at men's eyes , Are not within the leaf of pity writ , Set them down horrible traitors : Spare not the babe , Whose dimpled smiles from fools exhaust their mercy ...
... sword ; for those milk - paps , That through the window - bars bore at men's eyes , Are not within the leaf of pity writ , Set them down horrible traitors : Spare not the babe , Whose dimpled smiles from fools exhaust their mercy ...
常見字詞
Alcib Alcibiades Antiochus Antium Apem Apemantus Athens Aufidius Bawd bear beseech blood Boult Caius Marcius Caph CLEON Cominius consul CORIOLANUS Corioli daughter Dionyza do't dost doth ears enemy Enter Exeunt Exit eyes fear Fish Flav fool fortune friends Gent give gods gold hate hath hear heart heaven Helicanus honest honour i'the king knight lady Lart look lord Timon lordship Lucullus Lychorida LYSIMACHUS Marina master MENENIUS Mitylene mother ne'er never noble o'the Pain patricians peace Pentapolis Pericles PHRYNIA Poet pr'ythee pray prince prince of Tyre Re-enter Roman Rome SCENE III.-The Senators Serv Servant SICINIUS Simonides speak sword tell Thai Thaisa thank Tharsus thee there's thine thing thou art thou hast thyself TITUS LARTIUS tongue tribunes Tyre unto VIRGILIA voices Volces VOLUMNIA What's worthy would'st
熱門章節
第 159 頁 - Gold ? yellow, glittering, precious gold ? No, gods, I am no idle votarist. Roots, you clear heavens ! Thus much of this will make black white, foul fair, Wrong right, base noble, old young, coward valiant.
第 295 頁 - I loved the maid I married ; never man Sigh'd truer breath ; but that I see thee here, Thou noble thing ! more dances my rapt heart Than when I first my wedded mistress saw Bestride my threshold.
第 322 頁 - You have won a happy victory to Rome : But, for your son, — believe it, O, believe it, Most dangerously you have with him prevail'd, If not most mortal to him.
第 317 頁 - What is that curt'sy worth, or those doves' eyes, Which can make gods forsworn? — I melt, and am not Of stronger earth than others. — My mother bows ; As if Olympus to a molehill should In supplication nod; and my young boy Hath an aspect of intercession, which Great nature cries, Deny not.