The Dramatic Works of William Shakespeare, 第 2 巻G. Bell, 1875 |
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... thee , he will practise against thee by poison , entrap thee by some treacherous device , and never leave thee till he hath ta'en thy life by some indirect means or other : for , I assure thee , and almost with tears I speak it , there ...
... thee , he will practise against thee by poison , entrap thee by some treacherous device , and never leave thee till he hath ta'en thy life by some indirect means or other : for , I assure thee , and almost with tears I speak it , there ...
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... thee , Rosalind , sweet my coz , be merry . Ros . Dear Celia , I show more mirth than I am mis- tress of ; and would you yet I1 were merrier ? Unless you could teach me to forget a banished father , you must not learn me how to remember ...
... thee , Rosalind , sweet my coz , be merry . Ros . Dear Celia , I show more mirth than I am mis- tress of ; and would you yet I1 were merrier ? Unless you could teach me to forget a banished father , you must not learn me how to remember ...
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... thee , that I trust thee not . Ros . Yet your mistrust cannot make me a traitor : Tell me , whereon the likelihood depends . Duke F. Thou art thy father's daughter , there's enough . Ros . So was I , when your highness took his duke ...
... thee , that I trust thee not . Ros . Yet your mistrust cannot make me a traitor : Tell me , whereon the likelihood depends . Duke F. Thou art thy father's daughter , there's enough . Ros . So was I , when your highness took his duke ...
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... thee ; and her smooth- ness , Her very silence , and her patience , Speak to the people , and they pity her . Thou art a fool : she robs thee of thy name ; And thou wilt show more bright , and seem more vir- tuous , When she is gone ...
... thee ; and her smooth- ness , Her very silence , and her patience , Speak to the people , and they pity her . Thou art a fool : she robs thee of thy name ; And thou wilt show more bright , and seem more vir- tuous , When she is gone ...
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... thee mine . I charge thee , be not thou more griev'd than I am . Ros . I have more cause . Cel . Thou hast not , cousin ; Pr'ythee , be cheerful : know'st thou not , the duke Hath banish'd me , his daughter ? Ros . Cel . No hath not ...
... thee mine . I charge thee , be not thou more griev'd than I am . Ros . I have more cause . Cel . Thou hast not , cousin ; Pr'ythee , be cheerful : know'st thou not , the duke Hath banish'd me , his daughter ? Ros . Cel . No hath not ...
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45 ページ - Made to his mistress' eyebrow. Then a soldier, Full of strange oaths, and bearded like the pard, Jealous in honour, sudden and quick in quarrel, Seeking the bubble reputation Even in the cannon's mouth. And then the justice, In fair round belly with good capon...
389 ページ - Come away, come away, death, And in sad cypress let me be laid ; Fly away, fly away, breath ; I am slain by a fair cruel maid. My shroud of white, stuck all with yew, O, prepare it ! My part of death, no one so true Did share it. Not a flower, not a flower sweet, On my black coffin let there be strown ; Not a friend, not a friend greet My poor corpse, where my bones shall be thrown : A thousand thousand sighs to save, Lay me, O, where Sad true lover never find my grave, To weep there ! Duke.
39 ページ - twill be eleven; And so, from hour to hour, we ripe and ripe, And then, from hour to hour, we rot and rot ; And thereby hangs a tale.
46 ページ - Blow, blow, thou winter wind, Thou art not so unkind As man's ingratitude ; Thy tooth is not so keen, Because thou art not seen, Although thy breath be rude. Heigh, ho ! sing, heigh, ho ! unto the green holly : Most friendship is feigning, most loving mere folly Then, heigh, ho, the holly ! This life is most jolly.
380 ページ - O mistress mine, where are you roaming ? O, stay and hear; your true love's coming, That can sing both high and low: Trip no further, pretty sweeting; Journeys end in lovers meeting, Every wise man's son doth know.
101 ページ - This carol they began that hour, With a hey, and a ho, and a hey nonino, How that a life was but a flower In spring time, &C.
309 ページ - The web of our life is of a mingled yarn, good and ill together : our virtues would be proud if our faults whipped them not; and our crimes would despair if they were not cherished by our virtues.
45 ページ - With spectacles on nose, and pouch on side ; His youthful hose well sav'd, a world too wide For his shrunk shank ; and his big manly voice, Turning again toward childish treble, pipes , And whistles in his sound.
26 ページ - There at the foot of yonder nodding beech That wreathes its old fantastic roots so high, His listless length at noontide would he stretch, And pore upon the brook that babbles by.
31 ページ - O good old man, how well in thee appears The constant service of the antique world, When service sweat for duty, not for meed! Thou art not for the fashion of these times, Where none will sweat but for promotion, 60 And having that, do choke their service up Even with the having: it is not so with thee.