Dramatic Works of ShakespeareWilliam Paterson, 1883 |
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... Paris sleepes , and that's the Quarrel To Tenedos they come , And the deepe - drawing Barke do there disgorge Their warlike frautage : now on Dardan Plaine The fresh and yet unbruised Greekes do pitch Their brave Pavillions . Priams six ...
... Paris sleepes , and that's the Quarrel To Tenedos they come , And the deepe - drawing Barke do there disgorge Their warlike frautage : now on Dardan Plaine The fresh and yet unbruised Greekes do pitch Their brave Pavillions . Priams six ...
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... Paris bleed , ' tis but a scar to scorne , Paris is gor'd with Menelaus horne . Ene . Harke what good sport is out of Towne to day . Troy . Better at home , if would I might were may : But to the sport abroad , are you bound thither ...
... Paris bleed , ' tis but a scar to scorne , Paris is gor'd with Menelaus horne . Ene . Harke what good sport is out of Towne to day . Troy . Better at home , if would I might were may : But to the sport abroad , are you bound thither ...
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... Paris . Cre . Why Paris hath colour inough . Pan . So he has . Cre . Then Troylus should have too much , if she prais'd him above , his complexion is higher then his , he having colour enough , and the other higher , is too flaming a ...
... Paris . Cre . Why Paris hath colour inough . Pan . So he has . Cre . Then Troylus should have too much , if she prais'd him above , his complexion is higher then his , he having colour enough , and the other higher , is too flaming a ...
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... Paris . him , it's all one , by Gods lid it dooes ones heart good . Yonder Pan , Swords , any thing he cares not , and the divell come to comes Paris , yonder comes Paris : looke yee yonder Neece , ist not a gallant man to , ist not ...
... Paris . him , it's all one , by Gods lid it dooes ones heart good . Yonder Pan , Swords , any thing he cares not , and the divell come to comes Paris , yonder comes Paris : looke yee yonder Neece , ist not a gallant man to , ist not ...
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... Paris ? Paris is durt to him , and I warrant , Helen to change , would give money to boot . man ! Enter common Souldiers . Cres . Heere come more . Pan . Asses , fooles , dolts , chaffe and bran , chaffe and bran ; porredge after meat ...
... Paris ? Paris is durt to him , and I warrant , Helen to change , would give money to boot . man ! Enter common Souldiers . Cres . Heere come more . Pan . Asses , fooles , dolts , chaffe and bran , chaffe and bran ; porredge after meat ...
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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