The Plays of Shakspeare: Printed from the Text of Samuel Johnson, George Steevens, and Isaac Reed, 第 10 卷Longman, Hurst, Rees, and Orme, 1807 |
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第 13 頁
... bring him to the haven : left these notes Of what commands I should be subject to , When it pleas'd you to employ me . Queen . This hath been Your faithful servant : I dare lay mine honour , He will remain so . Pis . I humbly thank your ...
... bring him to the haven : left these notes Of what commands I should be subject to , When it pleas'd you to employ me . Queen . This hath been Your faithful servant : I dare lay mine honour , He will remain so . Pis . I humbly thank your ...
第 21 頁
... bring from thence that honour of hers , which you imagine so reserved . Post . I will wage against your gold , gold to it : my ring I hold dear as my finger ; ' tis part of it . Iach . You are a friend , and therein the wiser . If you ...
... bring from thence that honour of hers , which you imagine so reserved . Post . I will wage against your gold , gold to it : my ring I hold dear as my finger ; ' tis part of it . Iach . You are a friend , and therein the wiser . If you ...
第 24 頁
... bring me word , she loves my son , I'll tell thee , on the instant , thou art then As great as is thy master : greater ; for His fortunes all lie speechless , and his name Is at last gasp : Return he cannot , nor Continue where he is ...
... bring me word , she loves my son , I'll tell thee , on the instant , thou art then As great as is thy master : greater ; for His fortunes all lie speechless , and his name Is at last gasp : Return he cannot , nor Continue where he is ...
第 76 頁
... Milford - Haven ? Pis . She can scarce be there yet . Clo . Bring this apparel to my chamber ; that is the second thing that I have commanded thee : the third 1 - is , that thou shalt be a voluntary 76 ACT III . CYMBELINE .
... Milford - Haven ? Pis . She can scarce be there yet . Clo . Bring this apparel to my chamber ; that is the second thing that I have commanded thee : the third 1 - is , that thou shalt be a voluntary 76 ACT III . CYMBELINE .
第 89 頁
... bring him here alone : Although , perhaps , It may be heard at court , that such as we Cave here , hunt here , are outlaws , and in time May make some stronger head : the which he hearing , ( As it is like him , ) might break out , and ...
... bring him here alone : Although , perhaps , It may be heard at court , that such as we Cave here , hunt here , are outlaws , and in time May make some stronger head : the which he hearing , ( As it is like him , ) might break out , and ...
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第 193 頁 - Come I to speak in Caesar's funeral. He was my friend, faithful and just to me : But Brutus says, he was ambitious ; And Brutus is an honourable man. He hath brought many captives home to Rome, Whose ransoms did the general coffers fill ; Did this in Caesar seem ambitious ? When that the poor have cried, Caesar hath wept. Ambition should be made of sterner stuff: Yet Brutus says, he was ambitious ; And Brutus is an honourable man.
第 193 頁 - Here, under leave of Brutus and the rest (For Brutus is an honourable man, So are they all, all honourable men) Come I to speak in Caesar's funeral. He was my friend, faithful and just to me; But Brutus says he was ambitious, And Brutus is an honourable man.
第 194 頁 - But yesterday the word of Caesar might Have stood against the world : now lies he there, And none so poor to do him reverence.
第 196 頁 - This was the most unkindest cut of all; For when the noble Caesar saw him stab, Ingratitude, more strong than traitors
第 145 頁 - Why should that name be sounded more than yours? Write them together, yours is as fair a name; Sound them, it doth become the mouth as well; Weigh them, it is as heavy; conjure with 'em, Brutus will start a spirit as soon as Caesar.
第 194 頁 - tis his will : Let but the commons hear this testament — Which, pardon me, I do not mean to read — And they would go and kiss dead Caesar's wounds And dip their napkins in his sacred blood, Yea, beg a hair of him for memory, And, dying, mention it within their wills, Bequeathing it as a rich legacy Unto their issue.
第 197 頁 - And will, no doubt, with reasons answer you. I come not, friends, to steal away your hearts : I am no orator, as Brutus is ; But, as you know me all, a plain blunt man, That love my friend ; and that they know full well That gave me public leave to speak of him : For I have neither wit...
第 232 頁 - This was the noblest Roman of them all: All the conspirators, save only he, Did that they did in envy of great Caesar; He, only, in a general honest thought, And common good to all, made one of them. His life was gentle; and the elements So mix'd in him, that Nature might stand up, And say to all the world, This was a man!
第 147 頁 - Would he were fatter : — But I fear him not : Yet if my name were liable to fear, I do not know the man I should avoid So soon as that spare Cassius. He reads much ; He is a great observer, and he looks Quite through the deeds of men...
第 188 頁 - Woe to the hand that shed this costly blood! Over thy wounds now do I prophesy — Which, like dumb mouths, do ope their ruby lips, To beg the voice and utterance of my tongue — A curse shall light upon the limbs of men ; Domestic fury and fierce civil strife Shall cumber all the parts of Italy ; Blood and destruction shall be so in use And dreadful objects so familiar That mothers shall but smile when they behold Their infants quartered with the hands of war; All pity choked with custom of fell...