The Dramatic Works of William Shakespeare, in Ten Volumes: Troilus and Cressida. Cymbeline. King Lear. Romeo and JulietCollins & Hannay, 1823 |
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... Exeunt . SCENE II . The same . A Street . Enter CRESSIDA and Alexander . Cres . Who were those went by ? Alex . Queen Hecuba , and Helen . Cres . And whither go they ? Alex . Up to the eastern tower , Whose height commands as subject ...
... Exeunt . SCENE II . The same . A Street . Enter CRESSIDA and Alexander . Cres . Who were those went by ? Alex . Queen Hecuba , and Helen . Cres . And whither go they ? Alex . Up to the eastern tower , Whose height commands as subject ...
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... Exeunt , all but ULYSSES and Neston . Nest . What says Ulysses ? Ulyss . I have a young conception in my brain , Be you my time to bring it to some shape . Nest . What is't ? Ulyss . This ' tis : 2 Blunt wedges rive hard knots : The ...
... Exeunt , all but ULYSSES and Neston . Nest . What says Ulysses ? Ulyss . I have a young conception in my brain , Be you my time to bring it to some shape . Nest . What is't ? Ulyss . This ' tis : 2 Blunt wedges rive hard knots : The ...
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... Exeunt . The Grecian Camp . Before ACHILLES ' Tent . Enter THER- SITES . Ther . How now , Thersites ? what , lost in the labyrinth of thy fury ? Shall the elephant Ajax carry it thus ? he beats me , and I rail at him : O worthy ...
... Exeunt . The Grecian Camp . Before ACHILLES ' Tent . Enter THER- SITES . Ther . How now , Thersites ? what , lost in the labyrinth of thy fury ? Shall the elephant Ajax carry it thus ? he beats me , and I rail at him : O worthy ...
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... Exeunt . SCENE I. - Troy . A Room in PRIAM's Palace . Enter PANDARUS and a Servant . Pan . FRIEND ! you ! pray you , a word : Do not you follow the young lord Paris ? Serv . Ay , sir , when he goes before me . Pan . You do depend upon ...
... Exeunt . SCENE I. - Troy . A Room in PRIAM's Palace . Enter PANDARUS and a Servant . Pan . FRIEND ! you ! pray you , a word : Do not you follow the young lord Paris ? Serv . Ay , sir , when he goes before me . Pan . You do depend upon ...
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... Exeunt . The same . PANDARUS ' Orchard . Enter PANDARUS and a Servant , meeting . Pan . How now ? where's thy master ? at my cousin Cressida's ? Serv . No , sir ; he stays for you to conduct him thither . Enter TROILUS . Pan . O , here ...
... Exeunt . The same . PANDARUS ' Orchard . Enter PANDARUS and a Servant , meeting . Pan . How now ? where's thy master ? at my cousin Cressida's ? Serv . No , sir ; he stays for you to conduct him thither . Enter TROILUS . Pan . O , here ...
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Achilles Agamemnon Ajax Antenor art thou BENVOLIO better blood brother Calchas CAPULET Cloten Cordelia Corn Cres Cressid Cymbeline daughter dead dear death Diomed dost doth Edmund Enter Exeunt Exit eyes fair father fear fool friar Gent give Gloster gods Grecian GUIDERIUS hath hear heart heaven Hect Hector Helen honour i'the Iach IACHIMO Imogen JOHNSON Juliet Kent king lady Lear look lord madam MALONE Menelaus Mercutio mistress night noble Nurse o'the Pandarus Paris Patr Patroclus Pisanio poor Post Posthumus Pr'ythee pray Priam prince queen Romeo SCENE Shakespeare speak stand STEEVENS sweet sword tell thee Ther there's Thersites thine thing thou art thou hast Troilus Trojan Troy Tybalt Ulyss villain WARBURTON What's wilt word
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Sida 172 - FEAR no more the heat o' the sun, Nor the furious winter's rages: Thou thy worldly task hast done, Home art gone, and ta'en thy wages: Golden lads and girls all must, As chimney-sweepers, come to dust. Fear no more the frown o' the great: Thou art past the tyrant's stroke.
Sida 326 - O, then, I see Queen Mab hath been with you. She is the fairies' midwife, and she comes In shape no bigger than an agate-stone On the fore-finger of an alderman, Drawn with a team of little atomies Athwart men's noses as they lie asleep ; Her waggon-spokes made of long spinners...
Sida 334 - But, soft! what light through yonder window breaks! It is the east, and Juliet is the sun ! — Arise, fair sun, and kill the envious moon, Who is already sick and pale with grief, That thou her maid art far more fair than she...
Sida 21 - The heavens themselves, the planets and this centre, Observe degree, priority, and place, Insisture, course, proportion, season, form, Office, and custom, in all line of order : And therefore is the glorious planet, Sol, In noble eminence enthron'd and spher'd 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...
Sida 252 - 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. — But, for true need, — You heavens, give me that patience, patience I need ! 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 170 - With fairest flowers, Whilst summer lasts, and I live here, Fidele, I'll sweeten thy sad grave : thou shalt not lack The flower that's like thy face, pale primrose ; nor The azur'd harebell, like thy veins ; no, nor The leaf of eglantine, whom not to slander, Out-sweeten'd not thy breath...
Sida 282 - Come on, sir; here's the place: stand still. How fearful And dizzy 'tis, to cast one's eyes so low! The crows and choughs that wing the midway air Show scarce so gross as beetles: halfway down Hangs one that gathers samphire, dreadful trade! Methinks he seems no bigger than his head: The fishermen, that walk upon the beach, Appear like mice; and yond...
Sida 212 - For, by the sacred radiance of the sun ; The mysteries of Hecate, and the night ; By all the operations 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 253 - ... hearts Against their father, fool me not so much To bear it tamely : touch me with noble anger ! And let not women's weapons, water-drops, Stain my man's cheeks !— No, you unnatural hags, I will have such revenges on you both, That all the world shall — I will do such things — What they are yet I know not ; but they shall be The terrors of the earth. You think I'll weep ; No, I'll not weep : — • I have full cause of weeping ; but this heart Shall break into a hundred thousand flaws,...
Sida 337 - And yet I wish but for the thing I have: My bounty is as boundless as the sea, My love as deep ; the more I give to thee, The more I have, for both are infinite.