And shake the yoke of inauspicious stars From this world-wearied flesh. Eyes, look your last! Arms, take your last embrace! and, lips, O you The doors of breath, seal with a righteous kiss A dateless bargain to engrossing death! Come, bitter conduct,... Shakespearean Language: A Guide for Actors and Students - 第 xii 頁Leslie O'Dell 著 - 2002 - 269 頁有限的預覽 - 關於此書
 | Leslie O'Dell - 2002 - 413 頁
...shake the yoke of inauspicious stars From this world-wearied flesh: Eyes look your last: Arms take your last embrace: And lips, O you The doors of breath, seal with a righteous kiss Come bitter conduct, come unsavory guide, Thou desperate Pilot, now at once run on The dashing Rocks,... | |
 | Jennifer Mulherin, Abigail Frost - 2001 - 32 頁
...Sc iii Romeo then prepares himself to die. Romeo's last kiss . . . Eyes, look your last! Arms, take your last embrace! and, lips, O you The doors of breath, seal with a righteous kiss . Act v Sciii He drinks the poison and dies. Juliet awakes Just as Juliet wakes up, the Friar arrives.... | |
 | Leslie O'Dell - 2002 - 413 頁
...shake the yoke of inauspicious stars From this world-wearied flesh: Eyes look your last: Arms take your last embrace: And lips, O you The doors of breath,...desperate Pilot, now at once run on The dashing Rocks, thy Sea-sick weary Bark: Here's to my Love. O true Apodiecary: Thy drugs are quicke. Thus with a kisse... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 2002 - 228 頁
...which their keepers call A lightning before death. Romeo — RJ V.iii Eyes, look your last! Arms, take your last embrace! and, lips, O you The doors of breath,...righteous kiss A dateless bargain to engrossing death! Romeo — RJ V.iii I am a tainted wether of the flock, Meetest for death: the weakest kind of fruit... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1989 - 1280 頁
...a riphteous kiss A dateless bargain to engrossing death! — Come, bitter conduct, come, unsavoury out With that same weak wind which enkindled sea-sick weary bark! Here's to my love! [drinks] — О true apothecary! Thy drugs are quick. — Thus... | |
 | Allardyce Nicoll - 1955 - 192 頁
...peruse this face, Mercutios kinsman, Noble Countie Paris, Death lie thou there by a dead man interd, Thou desperate Pilot, now at once run on The dashing Rocks, thy seasick weary barke: Heeres to my Loue. O true Appothecary: Thy drugs are quicke. Thus with a kisse... | |
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