Dramatic Works of ShakespeareWilliam Paterson, 1883 |
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... not Troylus in some degrees . Cre . ' Tis just , to each of them he is himselfe . Pan . Himselfe ? alas poore Troylus I would he were . Cre . So he is . Pan . Condition I had gone bare - foote to SC . I. 9 Troylus and Cressida .
... not Troylus in some degrees . Cre . ' Tis just , to each of them he is himselfe . Pan . Himselfe ? alas poore Troylus I would he were . Cre . So he is . Pan . Condition I had gone bare - foote to SC . I. 9 Troylus and Cressida .
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... poore chin ? many a wart is richer . Pand . But there was such laughing , Queene Hecuba laught that her eyes ran ore . Cre . With Milstones . Pan . And Cassandra laught . ‚ " ;、་ аст CX 10 . most SC . I. 11 Troylus and Cressida .
... poore chin ? many a wart is richer . Pand . But there was such laughing , Queene Hecuba laught that her eyes ran ore . Cre . With Milstones . Pan . And Cassandra laught . ‚ " ;、་ аст CX 10 . most SC . I. 11 Troylus and Cressida .
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... poore disposer's sicke . Par . I spie . Pan . You spie , what doe you spie : come , give me an Instru- ment now sweete Queene . Hel . Why this is kindely done ? Pan . My Neece is horrible in love with a thing you have sweete Queene ...
... poore disposer's sicke . Par . I spie . Pan . You spie , what doe you spie : come , give me an Instru- ment now sweete Queene . Hel . Why this is kindely done ? Pan . My Neece is horrible in love with a thing you have sweete Queene ...
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... poore of late ? ' Tis certaine , greatnesse once falne out with fortune , Must fall out with men too : what the declin'd is , He shall as soone reade in the eyes of others , As feele in his owne fall : for men like butter - flies , Shew ...
... poore of late ? ' Tis certaine , greatnesse once falne out with fortune , Must fall out with men too : what the declin'd is , He shall as soone reade in the eyes of others , As feele in his owne fall : for men like butter - flies , Shew ...
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... , That has he knowes not what . Nature , what things there are Most abject in regard , and deare in use . What things againe most deere in the esteeme , And poore in worth : now shall we see to SC . I. 59 Troylus and Cressida .
... , That has he knowes not what . Nature , what things there are Most abject in regard , and deare in use . What things againe most deere in the esteeme , And poore in worth : now shall we see to SC . I. 59 Troylus and Cressida .
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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