The Dramatic Works of Shakspeare: In Six Volumes, Volume 3Clarendon Press, 1789 |
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... feem hyperboles . At this fusty stuff , The large Achilles , on his prefs'd bed lolling , From his deep cheft laughs out a loud applause ; Cries - Excellent ! - ' tis Agamemnon just.— Now play me Neftor ; -hem , and stroke thy beard ...
... feem hyperboles . At this fusty stuff , The large Achilles , on his prefs'd bed lolling , From his deep cheft laughs out a loud applause ; Cries - Excellent ! - ' tis Agamemnon just.— Now play me Neftor ; -hem , and stroke thy beard ...
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... feem foldiers , they have galls , Good arms , ftrong joints , true fwords , and accord ; Nothing fo full of heart . But peace , Æneas , Jove's With furety , & c . ] — You may do it with the utmoft fecurity before • Jove's accord ...
... feem foldiers , they have galls , Good arms , ftrong joints , true fwords , and accord ; Nothing fo full of heart . But peace , Æneas , Jove's With furety , & c . ] — You may do it with the utmoft fecurity before • Jove's accord ...
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... feem , fellow , that thou haft not seen the lady Creffida . I come to fpeak with Paris from the prince Troilus : I will make a complimental affault upon him , for my business feeths . с Serv . Sodden bufinefs ! there's a stew'd phrase ...
... feem , fellow , that thou haft not seen the lady Creffida . I come to fpeak with Paris from the prince Troilus : I will make a complimental affault upon him , for my business feeths . с Serv . Sodden bufinefs ! there's a stew'd phrase ...
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... feem won ; but I was won , my lord , With the first glance that ever - Pardon me ; - If I confefs much , you will play the tyrant . I love you now , but not , ' till now , fo much z bis addition fhall be humble . ] - we'll give him no ...
... feem won ; but I was won , my lord , With the first glance that ever - Pardon me ; - If I confefs much , you will play the tyrant . I love you now , but not , ' till now , fo much z bis addition fhall be humble . ] - we'll give him no ...
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... feem glorious . Ulyff . O , contain yourself ; Your paffion draws ears hither . Enter Eneas . 1 Ene . I have been seeking you this hour , my lord : Hector , by this , is arming him in Troy ; Ajax , your guard , stays to conduct you home ...
... feem glorious . Ulyff . O , contain yourself ; Your paffion draws ears hither . Enter Eneas . 1 Ene . I have been seeking you this hour , my lord : Hector , by this , is arming him in Troy ; Ajax , your guard , stays to conduct you home ...
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Palavras e frases frequentes
Achilles Afide againſt Agamemnon Ajax anſwer arms art thou Bard Bardolph blood Boling Bolingbroke brother Calchas Clot coufin Cymbeline death Diomed doft doth Enter Exeunt Exit eyes faid fair Falstaff father Faulc Faulconbridge fear feem fhall fhame fhew fhould fince fir John firſt flain foldiers fome foul fpeak fpirit ftand ftill fuch fweet fword Gaunt grief 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 prefent Priam prince purpoſe Queen reafon Rich ſay SCENE Shal ſhall ſhe ſpeak ſtand ſtate tell thee thefe Ther theſe thine thofe thoſe thou art thouſand tongue Troi Troilus Ulyff Weft whofe Whoſe York yourſelf
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Página 317 - 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.
Página 621 - O gentle sleep, Nature's soft nurse, how have I frighted thee, That thou no more wilt weigh my eyelids down, And steep my senses in forgetfulness...
Página 622 - With deafning clamours in the slippery clouds, That, with the hurly," death itself awakes ? Can'st thou, O partial sleep ! give thy repose To the wet sea-boy in an hour so rude ; And in the calmest and most stillest night, With all appliances and means to boot, Deny it to a king? Then, happy low, lie down ! Uneasy lies the head that wears a crown.
Página 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.
Página 359 - This England never did, (nor never shall,) Lie at the proud foot of a conqueror, But when it first did help to wound itself. Now these her princes are come home again, Come the three corners of the world in arms, And we shall shock them : Nought shall make us rue, If England to itself do rest but true.
Página 554 - 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
Página 554 - 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.
Página 624 - There is a history in all men's lives, Figuring the nature of the times deceased ; The which observed, a man may prophesy, With a near aim, of the main chance of things As yet not come to life, which in their seeds And weak beginnings lie intreasured.
Página 73 - Time hath, my lord, a wallet at his back, Wherein he puts alms for oblivion, A great-sized monster of ingratitudes : Those scraps are good deeds past : which are devour'd As fast as they are made, forgot as soon As done...