The Plays of William Shakespeare. In Ten Volumes: Troilus and Cressida ; Cymbeline ; King LearC. Bathurst, J. Beecroft, W. Strahan, J. and F. Rivington, J. Hinton, L. Davis, Hawes, Clarke and Collins, R. Horsfield, W. Johnston, W. Owen, T. Caslon, E. Johnson, S. Crowder, B. White, T. Longman, B. Law, E. and C. Dilly, C. Corbett, W. Griffin, T. Cadell, W. Woodfall, G. Keith, T. Lowndes, T. Davies, J. Robson, T. Becket, F. Newbery, G. Robinson, T. Payne, J. Williams, M. Hingeston, and J. Ridley., 1773 |
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... Sweet Pandarus Pan . Pray you , speak no more to me . and there's an end . all as I found it , ar I will leave [ Exit Pandarus . [ Sound alarm . Troi . Peace , you ungracious clamours ! peace , rude founds ! Fools on both fides ! Helen ...
... Sweet Pandarus Pan . Pray you , speak no more to me . and there's an end . all as I found it , ar I will leave [ Exit Pandarus . [ Sound alarm . Troi . Peace , you ungracious clamours ! peace , rude founds ! Fools on both fides ! Helen ...
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... sweet , as when defire did fue : 5 At your own house ; there be unarms him . ] These neceffary words added from the quarto edition . POPE . The words added are only , there he unarms him . JOHNSON . 6 -joy's foul lies in the doing ...
... sweet , as when defire did fue : 5 At your own house ; there be unarms him . ] These neceffary words added from the quarto edition . POPE . The words added are only , there he unarms him . JOHNSON . 6 -joy's foul lies in the doing ...
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... sweet delights : You have the honey still , but these the gall ; So , to be valiant , is no praise at all . Par . Sir , I propose not merely to myself The pleasures such a beauty brings with it ; But I would have the foil of her fair ...
... sweet delights : You have the honey still , but these the gall ; So , to be valiant , is no praise at all . Par . Sir , I propose not merely to myself The pleasures such a beauty brings with it ; But I would have the foil of her fair ...
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William Shakespeare. Ulyf . Thank the heavens , lord , thou art of sweet composure ; Praise him that got thee , she that gave thee suck : Fam'd be thy tutor ; and thy parts of nature Thrice fam'd , beyond , beyond all erudition : But he ...
William Shakespeare. Ulyf . Thank the heavens , lord , thou art of sweet composure ; Praise him that got thee , she that gave thee suck : Fam'd be thy tutor ; and thy parts of nature Thrice fam'd , beyond , beyond all erudition : But he ...
Sida 64
... sweet queen . Fair prince , here is good broken musick . Par . You have broken it , coufin ; and , by my life , you shall make it whole again : you fhall piece it out with a piece of your performance . - Nell , he is full of harmony ...
... sweet queen . Fair prince , here is good broken musick . Par . You have broken it , coufin ; and , by my life , you shall make it whole again : you fhall piece it out with a piece of your performance . - Nell , he is full of harmony ...
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Achilles Æne Æneas Afide Agamemnon Ajax anſwer beſt better Calchas cauſe Clot Cloten Cordelia Creffida Cymbeline daughter defire Diomed doth Edmund Enter Exeunt Exit eyes faid falſe fame father feem fignifies firſt folio fome fool fuch Gent give Glo'ſter gods Gonerill Guiderius HANMER hath heart Hector honour Iach Iachimo Imogen itſelf JOHNSON Kent king lady laſt Lear leſs lord maſter means miſtreſs moſt muſt Neoptolemus night Pandarus paſſage Patroclus Pifanio pleaſe Poft Posthumus praiſe preſent Priam purpoſe quarto quarto reads queen queſtion reaſon ſay ſcene ſeems ſeen ſenſe ſervice Shakespeare ſhall ſhe ſhew ſhould ſome ſpeak ſpeech ſtand ſtate STEEV STEEVENS ſtill ſtrange ſuch ſuppoſe ſweet thee THEOBALD Ther theſe thing thoſe thou art Troi Troilus Ulyff uſe WARBURTON whoſe word
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Sida 317 - The mysteries of Hecate, and the night ', By all the operation of the orbs From whom we do exist, and cease to be, Here I disclaim all my paternal care, Propinquity and property of blood, And as a stranger to my heart and me, Hold thee from this for ever.
Sida 464 - tis fittest. Cor. How does my royal lord? How fares your majesty? Lear. You do me wrong, to take me out o' the grave. — Thou art a soul in bliss ; but I am bound Upon a wheel of fire, that mine own tears Do scald like molten lead.
Sida 30 - But when the planets, In evil mixture, to disorder wander, What plagues, and what portents ! what mutiny ! What raging of the sea! shaking of earth! Commotion in the winds ! frights, changes, horrors, Divert and crack, rend and deracinate The unity and married calm of states Quite from their fixture...
Sida 392 - O, reason not the need ! Our basest beggars Are in the poorest thing superfluous. Allow" not nature more than nature needs, Man's life is cheap as beast's. Thou art a lady; If only to go warm were gorgeous, Why, nature needs not what thou gorgeous wear'st, Which scarcely keeps thee warm.
Sida 392 - You see me here, you gods, a poor old man, As full of grief as age ; wretched in both ! If it be you that stir these daughters...
Sida 400 - LEAR. Let the great gods, That keep this dreadful pother o'er our heads, Find out their enemies now.
Sida 84 - Take the instant way For honour travels in a strait so narrow, W'here one but goes abreast: keep then the path; For emulation hath a thousand sons, That one by one pursue: If you give way, Or...
Sida 453 - With a more riotous appetite. Down from the waist they are centaurs, though women all above : but to the girdle do the gods inherit, beneath is all the fiends' ; there's hell, there's darkness, there is the sulphurous pit, burning, scalding, stench, consumption.
Sida 334 - These late eclipses in the sun and moon portend no good to us. Though the wisdom of nature can reason it thus and thus, yet nature finds itself scourged by the sequent effects. Love cools, friendship falls off, brothers divide; in cities, mutinies; in countries, discord; in palaces, treason; and the bond cracked 'twixt son and father.
Sida 84 - 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...