The Dramatic Works of Shakspeare: In Six Volumes, Volumen3Clarendon Press, 1789 |
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... fight upon this argument ; It is too ftarv'd a fubject for my fword . But Pandarus - O gods , how do you plague me ! I cannot come to Creffid , but by Pandar ; And he's as teachy to be woo'd to woo , As he is ftubborn - chafte against ...
... fight upon this argument ; It is too ftarv'd a fubject for my fword . But Pandarus - O gods , how do you plague me ! I cannot come to Creffid , but by Pandar ; And he's as teachy to be woo'd to woo , As he is ftubborn - chafte against ...
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... fight . W Cre . But how fhould this man , that makes me fmile , make Hector angry ? X Serv . They fay , he yesterday cop'd Hector in the battle , and ftruck him down ; the difdain and shame whereof hath ever fince kept Hector fafting ...
... fight . W Cre . But how fhould this man , that makes me fmile , make Hector angry ? X Serv . They fay , he yesterday cop'd Hector in the battle , and ftruck him down ; the difdain and shame whereof hath ever fince kept Hector fafting ...
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... fight , uncle ? Pan . Helenus ? no ; -yes , he'll fight indifferent well : -I marvel , where Troilus is ! -Hark ; do you not hear the people cry , Troilus ? Helenus is a priest . Cre . What fneaking fellow comes yonder ? Troilus paffes ...
... fight , uncle ? Pan . Helenus ? no ; -yes , he'll fight indifferent well : -I marvel , where Troilus is ! -Hark ; do you not hear the people cry , Troilus ? Helenus is a priest . Cre . What fneaking fellow comes yonder ? Troilus paffes ...
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... fight with Hector : Among ourselves , Give him allowance as the better man , For that will phyfick the great Myrmidon , Who broils in loud applaufe ; and make him fall His creft , that prouder than blue Iris bends . b " To feel a strong ...
... fight with Hector : Among ourselves , Give him allowance as the better man , For that will phyfick the great Myrmidon , Who broils in loud applaufe ; and make him fall His creft , that prouder than blue Iris bends . b " To feel a strong ...
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... fight . Achil . Peace , fool ! Ther . I would have peace and quietness , but the fool will not he there ; that he ; look you there . Ajax . O thou damn'd cur ! I fhall- Achil . Will you fet your wit to a fool's ? Ther . No , I warrant ...
... fight . Achil . Peace , fool ! Ther . I would have peace and quietness , but the fool will not he there ; that he ; look you there . Ajax . O thou damn'd cur ! I fhall- Achil . Will you fet your wit to a fool's ? Ther . No , I warrant ...
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Términos y frases comunes
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Página 317 - 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.
Página 621 - O gentle sleep, Nature's soft nurse, how have I frighted thee, That thou no more wilt weigh my eyelids down, And steep my senses in forgetfulness...
Página 622 - With deafning clamours in the slippery clouds, That, with the hurly," death itself awakes ? Can'st thou, O partial sleep ! give thy repose To the wet sea-boy in an hour so rude ; And in the calmest and most stillest night, With all appliances and means to boot, Deny it to a king? Then, happy low, lie down ! Uneasy lies the head that wears a crown.
Página 22 - Amidst the other : whose med'cinable eye Corrects the ill aspects of planets evil, And posts, like the commandment of a king, Sans check to good and bad : but when the planets In evil mixture to disorder wander.
Página 359 - This England never did, (nor never shall,) Lie at the proud foot of a conqueror, But when it first did help to wound itself. Now these her princes are come home again, Come the three corners of the world in arms, And we shall shock them : Nought shall make us rue, If England to itself do rest but true.
Página 554 - 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
Página 554 - Wednesday. Doth he feel it? no. Doth he hear it? no. 'Tis insensible, then? Yea, to the dead. But will it not live with the living? no. Why? detraction will not suffer it. Therefore I'll none of • it. Honour is a mere scutcheon : and so ends my catechism.
Página 624 - There is a history in all men's lives, Figuring the nature of the times deceased ; The which observed, a man may prophesy, With a near aim, of the main chance of things As yet not come to life, which in their seeds And weak beginnings lie intreasured.
Página 73 - 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...