The Dramatic Works: Of Shakespeare, in Six Volumes; with Notes by Joseph Rann, ...at the Clarendon Press, M DCC LXXXVI. To be had of Mess. Rivington, London; Mess. Prince and Cooke and C. Selwin Rann, Oxford; and of Mess. Pearson and Rollason, Birmingham, 1789 |
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... fall of every Phrygian stone will cost A drop of Grecian blood : The end crowns all ; And that old common arbitrator , time , Will one day end it . Uly . So to him we leave it . Moft gentle , and most valiant Hector , welcome : After ...
... fall of every Phrygian stone will cost A drop of Grecian blood : The end crowns all ; And that old common arbitrator , time , Will one day end it . Uly . So to him we leave it . Moft gentle , and most valiant Hector , welcome : After ...
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... Fall , Greeks fail , fame ; honour , or go , or stay ; My major vow lies here , this I'll obey.- Come , come , Therfites , help to trim my tent ; This night in banqueting must all be spent.- Away , Patroclus . Z [ Exeunt . Ther . With ...
... Fall , Greeks fail , fame ; honour , or go , or stay ; My major vow lies here , this I'll obey.- Come , come , Therfites , help to trim my tent ; This night in banqueting must all be spent.- Away , Patroclus . Z [ Exeunt . Ther . With ...
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... Falling on Diomed . a Ther . He'll tickle it for his concupy . Troi . O Creffid ! O falfe Creffid ! falfe , falfe ... fall with more noife and vio . lence into the ocean , than fhall the blow , aimed by my vengeance , light on Diomed ...
... Falling on Diomed . a Ther . He'll tickle it for his concupy . Troi . O Creffid ! O falfe Creffid ! falfe , falfe ... fall with more noife and vio . lence into the ocean , than fhall the blow , aimed by my vengeance , light on Diomed ...
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... fall , Even in the fan and wind of your fair sword , You bid them rife , and live . Heat . O , ' tis fair play . Troi . Fool's play , by heaven , Hector , Het . How now ? how now ? Troi . For the love of all the gods , Let's leave the ...
... fall , Even in the fan and wind of your fair sword , You bid them rife , and live . Heat . O , ' tis fair play . Troi . Fool's play , by heaven , Hector , Het . How now ? how now ? Troi . For the love of all the gods , Let's leave the ...
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... Fall all together . Priam . Come , Hector , come , go back : Thy wite hath dreamt ; thy mother hath had vifions ; Caffandra doth forefee ; and I myself Am like a prophet fuddenly enrapt , To tell thee that this day is ominous ...
... Fall all together . Priam . Come , Hector , come , go back : Thy wite hath dreamt ; thy mother hath had vifions ; Caffandra doth forefee ; and I myself Am like a prophet fuddenly enrapt , To tell thee that this day is ominous ...
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Achilles Afide againſt Agamemnon Ajax anſwer arms art thou Bard Bardolph blood Boling Bolingbroke brother Calchas cauſe Clot coufin Cymbeline death Diomed doft doth Enter Exeunt Exit eyes fafe faid fair falfe Falstaff father Faulc Faulconbridge fear fhall fhew fhould fince fir John firſt flain foldiers fome foul fpeak fpirit ftand ftill fuch fweet fword Gaunt Guiderius hand hath hear heart heaven Hector Henry himſelf Hoft honour horſe Iach itſelf Juft king lady lord mafter majeſty moft moſt muft muſt myſelf noble Northumberland Pandarus Patroclus peace Percy Pifanio pleaſe Poft Pofthumus Poins praiſe prefent Priam prince purpoſe Queen reafon Rich ſay SCENE Shal ſhall ſhe ſpeak ſtand ſtate ſtay ſuch tell thee thefe Ther theſe thoſe thou art thouſand tongue Troi Troilus Ulyff Weft whofe whoſe yourſelf
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Seite 319 - Grief fills the room up of my absent child, Lies in his bed, walks up and down with me, Puts on his pretty looks, repeats his words, Remembers me of all his gracious parts, Stuffs out his vacant garments with his form; Then, have I reason to be fond of grief ? Fare you well: had you such a loss as I, I could give better comfort than you do.
Seite 558 - Wednesday. Doth he feel it? no. Doth he hear it? no. 'Tis insensible, then? Yea, to the dead. But will it not live with the living? no. Why? detraction will not suffer it. Therefore I'll none of • it. Honour is a mere scutcheon : and so ends my catechism.
Seite 417 - To monarchize, be fear'd and kill with looks, Infusing him with self and vain conceit, As if this flesh which walls about our life Were brass impregnable, and...
Seite 327 - To gild refined gold, to paint the lily, To throw a perfume on the violet, To smooth the ice, or add another hue Unto the rainbow, or with taper-light To seek the beauteous eye of heaven to garnish, Is wasteful, and ridiculous excess.
Seite 558 - tis no matter; Honour pricks me on. Yea, but how if honour prick me off when I come on ? how then ? Can honour set to a leg? No. Or an arm? No. Or take away the grief of a wound ? No. Honour hath no skill in surgery then ? No. What is honour? A word. What is in that word, honour? What is that honour? Air. A trim reckoning ! — Who hath it? He that died o
Seite 22 - 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 : but when the planets In evil mixture to disorder wander.