The Plays of William Shakespeare: Accurately Printed from the Text of the Corrected Copy Left by the Late George Steevens, Esq. ; with Glossarial Notes, 第 10 巻J. Johnson, 1803 |
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... tears augmenting the fresh morning's dew , Adding to clouds more clouds with his deep sighs : But all so soon as the all - cheering sun Should in the furthest east begin to draw The shady curtains from Aurora's bed , Away from light ...
... tears augmenting the fresh morning's dew , Adding to clouds more clouds with his deep sighs : But all so soon as the all - cheering sun Should in the furthest east begin to draw The shady curtains from Aurora's bed , Away from light ...
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... tears : What is it else ? a madness most discreet , A choking gall , and a preserving sweet . Farewell , my coz . Ben . Soft , I will go along ; An if you leave me so , you do me wrong . [ Going . Rom . Tut , I have lost myself ; I am ...
... tears : What is it else ? a madness most discreet , A choking gall , and a preserving sweet . Farewell , my coz . Ben . Soft , I will go along ; An if you leave me so , you do me wrong . [ Going . Rom . Tut , I have lost myself ; I am ...
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... tears to fires ! And these , -who , often drown'd , could never die , - Transparent hereticks , be burnt for liars ! One fairer than my love ! the all - seeing sun Ne'er saw her match , since first the world begun . 4 We still say in ...
... tears to fires ! And these , -who , often drown'd , could never die , - Transparent hereticks , be burnt for liars ! One fairer than my love ! the all - seeing sun Ne'er saw her match , since first the world begun . 4 We still say in ...
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... tear the word . Jul . My ears have not yet drunk a hundred words Of that tongue's utterance , yet I know the sound ; Art thou not Romeo , and a Montague ? Rom . Neither , fair saint , if either thee dislike . Jul . How cam'st thou ...
... tear the word . Jul . My ears have not yet drunk a hundred words Of that tongue's utterance , yet I know the sound ; Art thou not Romeo , and a Montague ? Rom . Neither , fair saint , if either thee dislike . Jul . How cam'st thou ...
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... tear the cave where echo lies , And make her airy tongue more hoarse than mine With repetition of my Romeo's name . Rom . It is my soul , that calls upon my name : How silver - sweet sound lovers ' tongues by night , Like softest musick ...
... tear the cave where echo lies , And make her airy tongue more hoarse than mine With repetition of my Romeo's name . Rom . It is my soul , that calls upon my name : How silver - sweet sound lovers ' tongues by night , Like softest musick ...
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art thou BENVOLIO blood Brabantio CAPULET Cassio Cyprus daughter dead dear death Desdemona devil dost thou doth Duke Emil EMILIA Enter Exeunt Exit eyes fair faith Farewell father fear Fortinbras foul friar Friar LAURENCE gentleman give gone grief Guil GUILDENSTERN Hamlet hand handkerchief hath hear heart heaven hither honest honour Horatio husband i'the Iago is't Juliet kill'd King lady Lady CAPULET Laer Laertes lago live look lord madam Mantua marry Mercutio Michael Cassio mistress Montague Moor mother murder musick never night noble Nurse o'er Ophelia Othello play POLONIUS pray Queen Roderigo Romeo ROSENCRANTZ ROSENCRANTZ and GUILDENSTERN SCENE soul speak sweet sword tell thee There's thine thing thou art thou hast to-night Tybalt Venice villain weep What's wife word
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192 ページ - Suit the action to the word, the word to the action; with this special observance, that you o'erstep not the modesty of nature; for anything so overdone is from the purpose of playing, whose end, both at the first and now, was and is, to hold, as 'twere, the mirror up to nature; to show virtue her own feature, scorn her own image, and the very age and body of the time his form and pressure.
192 ページ - ... accent of Christians nor the gait of Christian, pagan, nor man, have so strutted and bellowed that I have thought some of nature's journeymen had made men and not made them well, they imitated humanity so abominably.
183 ページ - I know my course. The spirit that I have seen May be the devil: and the devil hath power To assume a pleasing shape; yea, and perhaps Out of my weakness and my melancholy, — As he is very potent with such spirits, — Abuses me to damn me: I'll have grounds More relative than this.
214 ページ - 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.
254 ページ - No, faith, not a jot; but to follow him thither with modesty enough, and likelihood to lead it: as thus: Alexander died, Alexander was buried, Alexander returneth into dust; the dust is earth; of earth we make loam; and why of that loam whereto he was converted might they not stop a beer-barrel?
215 ページ - O shame! where is thy blush? Rebellious hell, If thou canst mutine in a matron's bones, To flaming youth let virtue be as wax, And melt in her own fire: proclaim no shame When the compulsive ardour gives the charge, Since frost itself as actively doth burn, And reason panders will. Queen. O Hamlet, speak no more: Thou turn'st mine eyes into my very soul; And there I see such black and grained spots As will not leave their tinct.
25 ページ - Through lovers' brains, and then they dream of love: On courtiers' knees, that dream on court'sies straight: O'er lawyers' fingers, who straight dream on fees: O'er ladies...
395 ページ - It is the cause, it is the cause, my soul — Let me not name it to you, you chaste stars ! — It is the cause.
186 ページ - tis a consummation Devoutly to be wish'd. To die, to sleep; To sleep: perchance to dream; ay, there's the rub; For in that sleep of death what dreams may come When we have shuffled off this mortal coil...
343 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.