The Comedies, Histories, Tragedies, and Poems of William Shakspere, 第 1 巻C. Knight, 1851 |
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... poor John " . Draw thy tool ; here comes of the house of the Montagues2 . Enter ABRAM and BALTHASAR . SAM . My naked weapon is out ; quarrel , I will back thee . GRE . How ? turn thy back , and run ? SAM . Fear me not . GRE . No , marry ...
... poor John " . Draw thy tool ; here comes of the house of the Montagues2 . Enter ABRAM and BALTHASAR . SAM . My naked weapon is out ; quarrel , I will back thee . GRE . How ? turn thy back , and run ? SAM . Fear me not . GRE . No , marry ...
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... poor house , look to behold this night Earth - treading stars , that make dark heaven light : Such comfort , as do lusty young men feel When well - apparell'd April on the heel So ( D ) . The folio omits And . Lady of my earth . Fille ...
... poor house , look to behold this night Earth - treading stars , that make dark heaven light : Such comfort , as do lusty young men feel When well - apparell'd April on the heel So ( D ) . The folio omits And . Lady of my earth . Fille ...
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... poor prisoner in his twisted gyves , And with a silk thread plucks it back again , So loving - jealous of his liberty . ROM . I would I were thy bird . JUL . Sweet , so would I : Yet I should kill thee with much cherishing . Good night ...
... poor prisoner in his twisted gyves , And with a silk thread plucks it back again , So loving - jealous of his liberty . ROM . I would I were thy bird . JUL . Sweet , so would I : Yet I should kill thee with much cherishing . Good night ...
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... poor Romeo , he is already dead ! stabbed with a white wench's black eye ! run thorough the ear with a love - song ; the very pin of his heart cleft with the blind bow - boy's butt - shaft ; And is he a man to encounter Tybalt ? BEN ...
... poor Romeo , he is already dead ! stabbed with a white wench's black eye ! run thorough the ear with a love - song ; the very pin of his heart cleft with the blind bow - boy's butt - shaft ; And is he a man to encounter Tybalt ? BEN ...
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... poor bankrout , break at once ! To prison , eyes ! ne'er look on liberty ! Vile earth , to earth resign ; end motion here ; And thou , and Romeo , press one heavy bier ! NURSE . O Tybalt , Tybalt , the best friend I had ! O courteous ...
... poor bankrout , break at once ! To prison , eyes ! ne'er look on liberty ! Vile earth , to earth resign ; end motion here ; And thou , and Romeo , press one heavy bier ! NURSE . O Tybalt , Tybalt , the best friend I had ! O courteous ...
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139 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!
175 ページ - Why, look you now, how unworthy a thing you make of me ! You would play upon me ; you would seem to know my stops ; you would pluck out the heart of my mystery ; you would sound me from my lowest note to the top of my compass : and there is much music, excellent voice, in this little organ ; yet cannot you make it speak. 'Sblood, do you think I am easier to be played on than a pipe ? Call me what instrument you will, though you can fret me, you cannot play upon me.
584 ページ - Too terrible for the ear. The times have been That, when the brains were out, the man would die, And there an end ; but now they rise again, With twenty mortal murders on their crowns, And push us from our stools.
562 ページ - t then, That made you break this enterprise to me? When you durst do it, then you were a man ; And, to be more than what you were, you would Be so much more the man. Nor time, nor place, Did then adhere, and yet you would make both : They have made themselves, and that their fitness now Does unmake you.
529 ページ - Lear And my poor fool is hang'd. No, no, no life? Why should a dog, a horse, a rat have life, And thou no breath at all? Thou'lt come no more. Never, never, never, never, never. Pray you undo this button. Thank you, sir.
125 ページ - gainst self-slaughter! O God! O God! How weary, stale, flat, and unprofitable Seem to me all the uses of this world! Fie on't! O fie! 'tis an unweeded garden, That grows to seed; things rank and gross in nature Possess it merely.
565 ページ - Is this a dagger which I see before me, The handle toward my hand ? Come, let me clutch thee. I have thee not, and yet I see thee still. Art thou not, fatal vision, sensible To feeling as to sight ? or art thou but A dagger of the mind, a false creation, Proceeding from the heat-oppressed brain ? I see thee yet, in form as palpable As this which now I draw. Thou marshall'st me the way that I was going ; And such an instrument I was to use. Mine eyes are made the fools o...
18 ページ - Drums in his ears; at which he starts, and wakes; And, being thus frighted, swears a prayer or two, And sleeps again. This is that very Mab That plats the manes of horses in the night ; And bakes the elf-locks in foul sluttish hairs, Which, once untangled, much misfortune bodes.
26 ページ - t is not to me she speaks : Two of the fairest stars in all the heaven, Having some business, do entreat her eyes To twinkle in their spheres till they return. What if her eyes were there, they in her head? The brightness of her cheek would shame those stars. As daylight doth a lamp ; her eyes in heaven Would through the airy region stream so bright That birds would sing and think it were not night.
27 ページ - O Romeo, Romeo ! wherefore art thou Romeo ? Deny thy father and refuse thy name; Or, if thou wilt not, be but sworn my love, And I'll no longer be a Capulet.