The Dramatic Works of Shakespeare: With a Life, 第 4 巻C & C Whittingham, 1828 |
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... never stir from off this place , I'd give it every foot to have this face ; I would not be sir Nob in any case . Eli . I like thee well ; wilt thou forsake thy fortune , Bequeath thy land to him , and follow me ; I am a soldier , and ...
... never stir from off this place , I'd give it every foot to have this face ; I would not be sir Nob in any case . Eli . I like thee well ; wilt thou forsake thy fortune , Bequeath thy land to him , and follow me ; I am a soldier , and ...
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... never holp to make this leg . Lady F. Hast thou conspired with thy brother too , That for thine own gain should'st defend mine honour ? What means this scorn , thou most untoward knave ? Bast . Knight , knight , good mother , —Basilis ...
... never holp to make this leg . Lady F. Hast thou conspired with thy brother too , That for thine own gain should'st defend mine honour ? What means this scorn , thou most untoward knave ? Bast . Knight , knight , good mother , —Basilis ...
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... never float upon the swelling tide , To do offence and scath in Christendom . The interruption of their churlish drums [ Drums beat . Cuts off more circumstance ; they are at hand , To parley , or to fight ; therefore , prepare . K. Phi ...
... never float upon the swelling tide , To do offence and scath in Christendom . The interruption of their churlish drums [ Drums beat . Cuts off more circumstance ; they are at hand , To parley , or to fight ; therefore , prepare . K. Phi ...
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... never was so true begot ; It cannot be , an if thou wert his mother . Eli . There's a good mother , boy , that blots thy father . Const . There's a good grandam , boy , that would blot thee . Aust . Peace ! Bast . Aust . Hear the crier ...
... never was so true begot ; It cannot be , an if thou wert his mother . Eli . There's a good mother , boy , that blots thy father . Const . There's a good grandam , boy , that would blot thee . Aust . Peace ! Bast . Aust . Hear the crier ...
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... never so bethump'd with words , Since I first call'd my brother's father , dad . Eli . Son , list to this conjunction , make this match ; Give with our niece a dowry large enough : For by this knot thou shalt so surely tie Thy now unsur ...
... never so bethump'd with words , Since I first call'd my brother's father , dad . Eli . Son , list to this conjunction , make this match ; Give with our niece a dowry large enough : For by this knot thou shalt so surely tie Thy now unsur ...
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90 ページ - O ! who can hold a fire in his hand By thinking on the frosty Caucasus? Or cloy the hungry edge of appetite By bare imagination of a feast? Or wallow naked in December snow By thinking on fantastic summer's heat?
117 ページ - Scoffing his state and grinning at his pomp, Allowing him a breath, a little scene, To monarchize, be fear'd, and kill with looks, Infusing him with self and vain conceit, As if this flesh which walls about our life Were brass impregnable, and, humour'd thus Comes at the last and with a little pin Bores through his castle wall, and farewell king...
224 ページ - tis no matter; honour pricks me on. Yea, but how if honour prick me off when I come on ? how then ? Can honour set to a leg? no: or an arm? no: or take away the grief of a wound? no. Honour hath no skill in surgery, then? no. What is honour? a word. What is in that word honour? what is that honour? air. A trim reckoning! Who hath it? he that died o
116 ページ - Let's talk of graves, of worms, and epitaphs ; Make dust our paper, and with rainy eyes Write sorrow on the bosom of the earth. Let's choose executors, and talk of wills: And yet not so, — for what can we bequeath, Save our deposed bodies to the ground ? Our lands, our lives, and all are Bolingbroke's, And nothing can we call our own, but death ; And that small model of the barren earth, Which serves as paste and cover to our bones.
190 ページ - Harry, I do not only marvel where thou spendest thy time, but also how thou art accompanied : for though the camomile, the more it is trodden on, the faster it grows, yet youth, the more it is wasted, the sooner it wears.
41 ページ - Grief fills the room up of my absent child, Lies in his bed, walks up and down with me, Puts on his pretty looks, repeats his words, Remembers me of all his gracious parts, Stuffs out his vacant garments with his form; Then, have I reason to be fond of grief ? Fare you well: had you such a loss as I, I could give better comfort than you do.