The Dramatic Works of William Shakspeare...: Embracing a Life of the Poet, and Notes, Original and Selected..., 第 7 巻Phillips, Sampson, 1851 |
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... Kill thy physician , and the fee bestow Upon the foul disease . Revoke thy gift , Or , whilst I can vent clamor from my throat , I'll tell thee , thou dost evil . Lear . Hear me , recreant ! On thine allegiance , hear me ! — Since thou ...
... Kill thy physician , and the fee bestow Upon the foul disease . Revoke thy gift , Or , whilst I can vent clamor from my throat , I'll tell thee , thou dost evil . Lear . Hear me , recreant ! On thine allegiance , hear me ! — Since thou ...
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... kill vermin . Lear . Let me ask you one word in private . Kent . Impórtune him once more to go , my lord ; His wits begin to unsettle.2 1 " The names of other punie spirits cast out of Twyford were these : - Hilco , Smolkin , Hillio ...
... kill vermin . Lear . Let me ask you one word in private . Kent . Impórtune him once more to go , my lord ; His wits begin to unsettle.2 1 " The names of other punie spirits cast out of Twyford were these : - Hilco , Smolkin , Hillio ...
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... Killed with Kindness . 1 Sessa ; this word occurs before in the fourth scene of this act . It is spelled sessey in both places in the old copy . The same word occurs in the Induction to the Taming of the Shrew , where it is spelled ...
... Killed with Kindness . 1 Sessa ; this word occurs before in the fourth scene of this act . It is spelled sessey in both places in the old copy . The same word occurs in the Induction to the Taming of the Shrew , where it is spelled ...
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... kill us for their sport . Edg . How should this be ? - Bad is the trade must play the fool to sorrow , 1 Mean is here put for our moderate or mean conditions . It was some- times the practice of the Poet's age to use the plural , when ...
... kill us for their sport . Edg . How should this be ? - Bad is the trade must play the fool to sorrow , 1 Mean is here put for our moderate or mean conditions . It was some- times the practice of the Poet's age to use the plural , when ...
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... kill , kill , kill , kill , kill , kill.2 Enter a Gentleman , with Attendants . Gent . O , here he is ; lay hand upon him . - Sir , Your most dear daughter- Lear . No rescue ? What , a prisoner ? I am even The natural fool of fortune ...
... kill , kill , kill , kill , kill , kill.2 Enter a Gentleman , with Attendants . Gent . O , here he is ; lay hand upon him . - Sir , Your most dear daughter- Lear . No rescue ? What , a prisoner ? I am even The natural fool of fortune ...
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456 ページ - Good name in man and woman, dear my lord, Is the immediate jewel of their souls : Who steals my purse steals trash ; 'tis something, nothing ; 'Twas mine, 'tis his, and has been slave to thousands ; But he that filches from me my good name Robs me of that which not enriches him And makes me poor indeed.
169 ページ - But, soft! what light through yonder window breaks! It is the east, and Juliet is the sun ! — Arise, fair sun, and kill the envious moon, Who is already sick and pale with grief, That thou her maid art far more fair than she...
281 ページ - I'll wipe away all trivial fond records, All saws of books, all forms, all pressures past, That youth and observation copied there; And thy commandment all alone shall live Within the book and volume of my brain, Unmix'd with baser matter: yes, by heaven!
487 ページ - A fixed figure for the time of scorn To point his slow, unmoving finger at! — Yet could I bear that, too; well, very well: But there, where I have garnered up my heart, Where either I must live, or bear no life, The fountain from the which my current runs, Or else dries up; to be discarded thence!
335 ページ - Look here, upon this picture, and on this, The counterfeit presentment of two brothers. See, what a grace was seated on this brow; Hyperion's curls; the front of Jove himself; An eye like Mars, to threaten and command; A station like the herald Mercury, New-lighted on a heaven-kissing hill; A combination, and a form, indeed, Where every god did seem to set his seal, To give the world assurance of a man : This was your husband.
431 ページ - As hell's from heaven. If it were now to die, 'Twere now to be most happy; for I fear My soul hath her content so absolute That not another comfort like to this Succeeds in unknown fate.
312 ページ - With a bare bodkin ? who would fardels bear, To grunt and sweat under a weary life, But that the dread of something after death, The undiscover'd country from whose bourn No traveller returns, puzzles the will And makes us rather bear those ills we have Than fly to others that we know not of ? Thus conscience does make cowards of us all...
197 ページ - Romeo ; and, when he shall die, Take him and cut him out in little stars, And he will make the face of heaven so fine, That all the world will be in love with night, And pay no worship to the garish sun.
102 ページ - tis, to cast one's eyes so low! The crows and choughs, that wing the midway air, Show scarce so gross as beetles : Half way down Hangs one that gathers samphire; dreadful trade! Methinks, he seems no bigger than his head: The fishermen, that walk upon the beach, Appear like mice; and yon...
349 ページ - Excitements of my reason, and my blood, And let all sleep ? while, to my shame, I see The imminent death of twenty thousand men, That, for a fantasy, and trick of fame, Go to their graves like beds...