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 7 巻J. Johnson, 1803 |
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... Sweet saint , for charity , be not so curst . Anne . Foul devil , for God's sake , hence , and trou- ble us not ; For thou hast made the happy earth thy hell , Fill'd it with cursing cries , and deep exclaims . If thou delight to view ...
... Sweet saint , for charity , be not so curst . Anne . Foul devil , for God's sake , hence , and trou- ble us not ; For thou hast made the happy earth thy hell , Fill'd it with cursing cries , and deep exclaims . If thou delight to view ...
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... sweet bosom . Anne . If I thought that , I tell thee , homicide , These nails should rend that beauty from my cheeks . Glo . These eyes could not endure that beauty's wreck , You should not blemish it , if I stood by : As all the world ...
... sweet bosom . Anne . If I thought that , I tell thee , homicide , These nails should rend that beauty from my cheeks . Glo . These eyes could not endure that beauty's wreck , You should not blemish it , if I stood by : As all the world ...
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... sweet a place . Anne . Never hung poison on a fouler toad . Out of my sight ! thou dost infect mine eyes . Glo . Thine eyes , sweet lady , have infected mine . Anne . ' Would they were basilisks , to strike thee dead ! 1 Glo . I would ...
... sweet a place . Anne . Never hung poison on a fouler toad . Out of my sight ! thou dost infect mine eyes . Glo . Thine eyes , sweet lady , have infected mine . Anne . ' Would they were basilisks , to strike thee dead ! 1 Glo . I would ...
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... the golden prime of this sweet prince , And made her widow to a woful bed ? On me , whose all not equals Edward's moiety ? On me , that halt , and am misshapen thus ? My dukedom to a beggarly denier , 3 I do 18- KING RICHARD III . Act I.
... the golden prime of this sweet prince , And made her widow to a woful bed ? On me , whose all not equals Edward's moiety ? On me , that halt , and am misshapen thus ? My dukedom to a beggarly denier , 3 I do 18- KING RICHARD III . Act I.
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... methinks , I would not grow so fast , Because sweet flowers are slow , and weeds make haste . Duch . ' Good faith , ' good faith , the saying did not hold In him that did object the same to thee : Scene II . 57 KING RICHARD III .
... methinks , I would not grow so fast , Because sweet flowers are slow , and weeds make haste . Duch . ' Good faith , ' good faith , the saying did not hold In him that did object the same to thee : Scene II . 57 KING RICHARD III .
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4 ページ - I, that am curtail'd of this fair proportion, Cheated of feature by dissembling Nature, Deform'd, unfinish'd, sent before my time Into this breathing world, scarce half made up, And that so lamely and unfashionable That dogs bark at me as I halt by them...
136 ページ - My conscience hath a thousand several tongues, And every tongue brings in a several tale, And every tale condemns me for a villain. Perjury, perjury, in the high'st degree, Murder, stern murder, in the dir'st degree ; All several sins, all used in each degree, Throng to the bar, crying all, — Guilty ! guilty ! I shall despair.
231 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!
231 ページ - 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.
240 ページ - He was a scholar, and a ripe and good one ; Exceeding wise, fair spoken, and persuading : Lofty and sour to them that lov'd him not ; But, to those men that sought him, sweet as summer And though he were unsatisfied in getting, (Which was a sin,) yet in bestowing, madam, He was most princely...
345 ページ - That no man is the lord of any thing, (Though in and of him there be much consisting,) Till he communicate his parts to others : Nor doth he of himself know them for aught Till he behold them form'd in the applause Where they are extended ; which, like an arch, reverberates The voice again ; or like a gate of steel Fronting the sun, receives and renders back His figure and his heat.
369 ページ - Fie, fie upon her! There's language in her eye, her cheek, her lip, Nay, her foot speaks ; her wanton spirits look out At every joint and motive of her body.
231 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...
33 ページ - I have pass'da miserable night, So full of fearful dreams, of ugly sights, That, as I am a christian faithful man, I would not spend another such a night, ' Though 'twere to buy a world of happy days ; So full of dismal terror was the time.
34 ページ - Who pass'd, methought, the melancholy flood, With that grim ferryman which poets write of, Unto the kingdom of perpetual night. The first that there did greet my stranger soul, Was my great father-in-law, renowned Warwick; Who cried aloud, ' What scourge for perjury Can this dark monarchy afford false Clarence...