Dramatic Works of ShakespeareWilliam Paterson, 1883 |
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... honour him : If none , hee'l say in Troy when he retyres , The Grecian Dames are sun - burnt , and not worth The splinter of a Lance : Even so much . Aga . This shall be told our Lovers Lord Æneas , If none of them have soule in such a ...
... honour him : If none , hee'l say in Troy when he retyres , The Grecian Dames are sun - burnt , and not worth The splinter of a Lance : Even so much . Aga . This shall be told our Lovers Lord Æneas , If none of them have soule in such a ...
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... Honour , and our Shame in this , Are dogg'd with two strange Followers . Nest . I see them not with my old eies : what are they ? Ulys . What glory our Achilles shares from Hedor , ( Were he not proud ) we all should weare with him ...
... Honour , and our Shame in this , Are dogg'd with two strange Followers . Nest . I see them not with my old eies : what are they ? Ulys . What glory our Achilles shares from Hedor , ( Were he not proud ) we all should weare with him ...
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... honour , losse of time , travaile , expence , Wounds , friends , and what els deere that is consum'd In hot digestion of this comorant Warre ) Shall be stroke off . Hector , what say you too't . Hea . Though no man lesser feares the ...
... honour , losse of time , travaile , expence , Wounds , friends , and what els deere that is consum'd In hot digestion of this comorant Warre ) Shall be stroke off . Hector , what say you too't . Hea . Though no man lesser feares the ...
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... honour of a King ( So great as our dread Father ) in a Scale Of common Ounces ? Wil you with Counters summe The past proportion of his infinite , And buckle in a waste most fathomlesse , With spannes and inches so diminutive , As feares ...
... honour of a King ( So great as our dread Father ) in a Scale Of common Ounces ? Wil you with Counters summe The past proportion of his infinite , And buckle in a waste most fathomlesse , With spannes and inches so diminutive , As feares ...
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... honour . We turne not backe the Silkes upon the Merchant When we have spoyl'd them ; nor the remainder Viands We do not throw in unrespective same , Because we now are full . It was thought meete Paris should do some vengeance on the ...
... honour . We turne not backe the Silkes upon the Merchant When we have spoyl'd them ; nor the remainder Viands We do not throw in unrespective same , Because we now are full . It was thought meete Paris should do some vengeance on the ...
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Seite 328 - and yet all different. O mickle is the powerfull grace that lies In Plants, Hearbs, stones, and their true qualities : For nought so vile, that on the earth doth live, But to the earth some special! good doth give. Nor ought so good, but strain'd from that faire use, Revolts from true birth, stumbling on abuse. Vertue
Seite 383 - my Wife, Death that hath suckt the honey of thy breath, Hath had no power yet upon thy Beautie : Thou art not conquer'd : Beauties ensigne yet Is Crymson in thy lips, and in thy cheekes, And Deaths pale flag is not advanced there. Tybalt, ly'st thou there in thy bloudy sheet
Seite 19 - the Shores, And make a soppe of all this solid Globe : Strength should be Lord of imbecility, And the rude Sonne should strike his Father dead : Force should be right, or rather, right and wrong, (Betweene whose endlesse Jarre, Justice recides) Should loose her names, and so should Justice too.
Seite 323 - What man art thou, that thus bescreen'd in night So stumblest on my counsell ? Rom. By a name, I know not how to tell thee who I am : My name deare Saint, is hatefull to my selfe, Because it is an Enemy to thee, Had I it written, I would teare the word.
Seite 339 - the exchange of joy That one short minute gives me in her sight : Do thou but close our hands with holy words, Then Love-devouring death do what he dare, It is inough, I may but call her mine. Fri. These violent delights have violent endes, And in their triumph : die like
Seite 324 - Jul. How cam'st thou hither. Tell me, and wherefore ? The Orchard walls are high, and hard to climbe, And the place death, considering who thou art, If any of my kinsmen find thee here. Rom. With Loves light wings Did I ore-perch these Walls, For stony limits cannot hold
Seite 324 - What I have spoke, but farewell Complement, Doest thou Love ? I know thou wilt say I, And I will take thy word, yet if thou swear'st, Thou maiest prove false : at Lovers perjuries They say Jove laught, oh gentle Romeo, If thou dost Love, pronounce it faithfully : Or if thou thinkest I am too quickly wonne,
Seite 204 - now, I have forgot my part, And I am out, even to a full Disgrace. Best of my Flesh, Forgive my Tyranny : but do not say, For that forgive our Romanes. Oa kisse Long as my Exile, sweet as my Revenge ! Now by the jealous Queene of Heaven, that kisse
Seite 311 - Summer hath not such a flower. Nurse. Nay hee's a flower, infaith a very flower. Old La. What say you, can you love the Gentleman ? This night you shall behold him at our Feast, Read ore the volume of young Paris face, And find delight, writ there with Beauties pen : Examine
Seite 338 - Nur. Your Love saies like an honest Gentleman, And a courteous, and a kind, and a handsome, And I warrant a vertuous : where is your Mother ? Jul. Where is my Mother ? Why she is within, where should she be ? How odly thou repli'st : Your Love saies like an honest Gentleman : Where is your Mother