The Plays of William Shakespeare. In Ten Volumes: Troilus and Cressida ; Cymbeline ; King LearC. Bathurst, J. Beecroft, W. Strahan, J. and F. Rivington, J. Hinton, L. Davis, Hawes, Clarke and Collins, R. Horsfield, W. Johnston, W. Owen, T. Caslon, E. Johnson, S. Crowder, B. White, T. Longman, B. Law, E. and C. Dilly, C. Corbett, W. Griffin, T. Cadell, W. Woodfall, G. Keith, T. Lowndes, T. Davies, J. Robson, T. Becket, F. Newbery, G. Robinson, T. Payne, J. Williams, M. Hingeston, and J. Ridley., 1773 |
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... Death of Hector who fought a Hundred mayne Battailes in open Field against the Grecians ; wherein there were flaine on both Sides Fourteene Hundred and Sixe Thoufand , Fourfcore and Sixe Men.Fol . no date . This work Dr. Fuller , and ...
... Death of Hector who fought a Hundred mayne Battailes in open Field against the Grecians ; wherein there were flaine on both Sides Fourteene Hundred and Sixe Thoufand , Fourfcore and Sixe Men.Fol . no date . This work Dr. Fuller , and ...
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... death unfam'd , Where Helen is the fubject . Then , I fay , Well may we fight for her , whom , we know well , The world's large fpaces cannot parallel . Het . Paris and Troilus , you have both faid well ; And on the cause and question ...
... death unfam'd , Where Helen is the fubject . Then , I fay , Well may we fight for her , whom , we know well , The world's large fpaces cannot parallel . Het . Paris and Troilus , you have both faid well ; And on the cause and question ...
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... death , then if she , that lays thee out , fays - thou art a fair corfe , I'll be fworn and fworn upon't , fhe never fhrowded any but Lazars . Amen . Where's Achilles ? Patr . What , art thou devout ? waft thou in prayer ? Ther . Ay ...
... death , then if she , that lays thee out , fays - thou art a fair corfe , I'll be fworn and fworn upon't , fhe never fhrowded any but Lazars . Amen . Where's Achilles ? Patr . What , art thou devout ? waft thou in prayer ? Ther . Ay ...
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... death upon . 4 Now the dry ferpigo on the fubject ! and war and lechery confound all ! [ Exit . Aga . Where is Achilles ? Patr . Within his tent ; but ill difpos'd , my lord . Aga . Let it be known to him , that we are here . 5 He fhent ...
... death upon . 4 Now the dry ferpigo on the fubject ! and war and lechery confound all ! [ Exit . Aga . Where is Achilles ? Patr . Within his tent ; but ill difpos'd , my lord . Aga . Let it be known to him , that we are here . 5 He fhent ...
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... death - tokens of it Cry - no recovery . Aga . Let Ajax go to him . Dear lord , go you and greet him in his tent : ' Tis faid , he holds you well , and will be led At your request a little from himself . Úlyf . O , Agamemnon , let it ...
... death - tokens of it Cry - no recovery . Aga . Let Ajax go to him . Dear lord , go you and greet him in his tent : ' Tis faid , he holds you well , and will be led At your request a little from himself . Úlyf . O , Agamemnon , let it ...
Häufige Begriffe und Wortgruppen
Achilles Afide againſt Agamemnon Ajax anfwer better Calchas Clot Cloten Cordelia Creffida Cymbeline daughter defire Diomed doth Enter Exeunt Exit eyes faid falfe fame father feems feen fenfe fhall fhew fhould fifter fignifies firft flain folio fome fool fpeak fpeech ftand ftill fuch fuppofe fweet fword Glo'fter gods Gonerill Guiderius HANMER hath heart Hector himſelf honour Iach Iachimo Imogen itſelf JOHNSON Kent king lady laft Lear lefs Lidgate lord mafter means Menelaus moft moſt muft muſt myſelf Neft Neftor Neoptolemus night paffage Pandarus Patroclus Pifanio Poft Pofthumus prefent Priam purpoſe quarto quarto reads queen reafon Shakespeare ſhall ſhe ſpeak STEEV STEEVENS thee thefe THEOBALD Ther Therfites theſe thing thofe thoſe thou art Troi Troilus Ulyffes uſed WARB WARBURTON whofe word
Beliebte Passagen
Seite 317 - The mysteries of Hecate, and the night ', By all the operation of the orbs From whom we do exist, and cease to be, Here I disclaim all my paternal care, Propinquity and property of blood, And as a stranger to my heart and me, Hold thee from this for ever.
Seite 464 - tis fittest. Cor. How does my royal lord? How fares your majesty? Lear. You do me wrong, to take me out o' the grave. — Thou art a soul in bliss ; but I am bound Upon a wheel of fire, that mine own tears Do scald like molten lead.
Seite 30 - But when the planets, In evil mixture, to disorder wander, What plagues, and what portents ! what mutiny ! What raging of the sea! shaking of earth! Commotion in the winds ! frights, changes, horrors, Divert and crack, rend and deracinate The unity and married calm of states Quite from their fixture...
Seite 392 - O, reason not the need ! Our basest beggars Are in the poorest thing superfluous. Allow" not nature more than nature needs, Man's life is cheap as beast's. Thou art a lady; If only to go warm were gorgeous, Why, nature needs not what thou gorgeous wear'st, Which scarcely keeps thee warm.
Seite 392 - You see me here, you gods, a poor old man, As full of grief as age ; wretched in both ! If it be you that stir these daughters...
Seite 400 - LEAR. Let the great gods, That keep this dreadful pother o'er our heads, Find out their enemies now.
Seite 84 - Take the instant way For honour travels in a strait so narrow, W'here one but goes abreast: keep then the path; For emulation hath a thousand sons, That one by one pursue: If you give way, Or...
Seite 453 - With a more riotous appetite. Down from the waist they are centaurs, though women all above : but to the girdle do the gods inherit, beneath is all the fiends' ; there's hell, there's darkness, there is the sulphurous pit, burning, scalding, stench, consumption.
Seite 334 - These late eclipses in the sun and moon portend no good to us. Though the wisdom of nature can reason it thus and thus, yet nature finds itself scourged by the sequent effects. Love cools, friendship falls off, brothers divide; in cities, mutinies; in countries, discord; in palaces, treason; and the bond cracked 'twixt son and father.
Seite 84 - 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...