The plays of William Shakspeare, pr. from the text of the corrected copy left by G. Steevens, with glossarial notes, 第 6 巻 |
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... give me favour , sir . This cunning cardinal The articles o'the combination drew , As himself pleas'd ; and they were ratified , As he cried , Thus let be : to as much end , As give a crutch to the dead : But our count - cardinal Has ...
... give me favour , sir . This cunning cardinal The articles o'the combination drew , As himself pleas'd ; and they were ratified , As he cried , Thus let be : to as much end , As give a crutch to the dead : But our count - cardinal Has ...
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... give thanks To you that chok'd it . - Let be call'd before us That gentleman of Buckingham's : in person I'll hear him his confessions justify ; And point by point the treasons of his master He shall again relate . Measured . The King ...
... give thanks To you that chok'd it . - Let be call'd before us That gentleman of Buckingham's : in person I'll hear him his confessions justify ; And point by point the treasons of his master He shall again relate . Measured . The King ...
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... give so great ones . My barge stays * ; Your lordship shall along : -Come , good sir Thomas , We shall be late else : which I would not be , For I was spoke to , with sir Henry Guildford , This night to be comptrollers . Sands I am your ...
... give so great ones . My barge stays * ; Your lordship shall along : -Come , good sir Thomas , We shall be late else : which I would not be , For I was spoke to , with sir Henry Guildford , This night to be comptrollers . Sands I am your ...
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... give them welcome ; you can speak the French tongue ; And , pray , receive them nobly , and conduct them Into our presence , where this heaven of beauty Choose my game . + Small cannon , Shall shine at full upon them : -Some attend him ...
... give them welcome ; you can speak the French tongue ; And , pray , receive them nobly , and conduct them Into our presence , where this heaven of beauty Choose my game . + Small cannon , Shall shine at full upon them : -Some attend him ...
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... give your hearts to , when they once perceive The least rub in your fortunes , fall away Like water from ye , never found again But where they mean to sink ye . All good people , Pray for me ! I must now forsake ye ; the last hour , Of ...
... give your hearts to , when they once perceive The least rub in your fortunes , fall away Like water from ye , never found again But where they mean to sink ye . All good people , Pray for me ! I must now forsake ye ; the last hour , Of ...
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Achilles Æneas Agam Agamemnon Ajax Alcib Alcibiades Antenor Antium Apem Apemantus Athens Aufidius bear beseech blood Calchas cardinal Cham Cominius Coriolanus Cres Cressid Crom Diomed dost doth duke Enter Exeunt Exit eyes fair Farewell fear Flav fool friends Gent give gods grace Grecian Greeks hate hath hear heart heaven Hect Hector Helen honour i'the Kath king lady Lart Lartius look Lord Chamberlain lord Timon madam Marcius Menelaus Menenius musick ne'er Nest Nestor never noble o'the Pandarus Patr Patroclus peace Pr'ythee pray Priam prince queen Re-enter Rome SCENE Senators Serv Servant Sir Thomas Lovell soul speak stand Suff sweet sword tell thank thee Ther there's Thersites thine thing thou art thou hast Timon to't tongue Troilus Trojan Troy true trumpet Ulyss voices Volces What's word worthy
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72 ページ - Like little wanton boys that swim on bladders, This many summers in a sea of glory; But far beyond my depth : my high-blown pride At length broke under me ; and now has left me, Weary, and old with service, to the mercy Of a rude stream, that must for ever hide me.
175 ページ - Keeps honour bright : To have done, is to hang Quite out of fashion, like a rusty mail In monumental mockery. Take the instant way ; For honour travels in a strait so narrow, Where one but goes abreast : keep, then, the path...
72 ページ - O, how wretched Is that poor man that hangs on princes' favours ! There is, betwixt that smile we would aspire to, That sweet aspect of princes, and their ruin, More pangs and fears than wars or women have; And when he falls, he falls like Lucifer, Never to hope again.
299 ページ - I'll example you with thievery : The sun's a thief, and with his great attraction , ' Robs the vast sea : the moon's an arrant thief, And her pale fire she snatches from the sun : . • The sea's a thief, whose liquid surge resolves The moon into salt tears : the earth's a thief, That feeds and breeds by a composture " stolen From general excrement : each thing's a thief; The laws, your curb and whip, in their rough power Have uncheck'd theft.
285 ページ - Thus much of this will make black white, foul fair, Wrong right, base noble, old young, coward valiant. Ha, you gods! why this? what this, you gods? Why, this Will lug your priests and servants from your sides, Pluck stout men's pillows from below their heads: This yellow slave Will knit and break religions; bless the accurs'd; Make the hoar leprosy ador'd; place thieves, And give them title, knee, and approbation, With senators on the bench...
75 ページ - Love thyself last: cherish those hearts that hate thee; Corruption wins not more than honesty. Still in thy right hand carry gentle peace, To silence envious tongues. Be just, and fear not : Let all the ends thou aim'st at be thy country's, Thy God's, and truth's; then if thou fall'st, O Cromwell, Thou fall'st a blessed martyr...
431 ページ - O mother, mother! What have you done? Behold, the heavens do ope, The gods look down, and this unnatural scene They laugh at. O my mother, mother! O! 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.
74 ページ - Cromwell, I did not think to shed a tear In all my miseries; but thou hast forced me, Out of thy honest truth, to play the woman. Let's dry our eyes: and thus far hear me, Cromwell; And, when I am forgotten, as I shall be, And sleep in dull cold marble, where no mention Of me more must be heard of, say, I taught thee...
175 ページ - Time hath, my lord, a wallet at his back, Wherein he puts alms for oblivion, A great-sized monster of ingratitudes : Those scraps are good deeds past ; which are devour'd As fast as they are made, forgot as soon As done...
72 ページ - Farewell ! a long farewell, to all my greatness ! This is the state of man : to-day he puts forth The tender leaves of hope, to-morrow blossoms, And bears his blushing honours thick upon him . The third day comes a frost, a killing frost, And, — when he thinks, good easy man, full surely His greatness is a-ripening, — nips his root, And then he falls, as I do.