The Works of Mr. William Shakespear;: In Six Volumes. Adorn'd with Cuts, Volume 4Jacob Tonson, within Grays-Inn Gate, next Grays-Inn Lane., 1709 |
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... Pandarus , Antenor , Agamemnon , Achilles , Ajax , Menelaus , Ulyffes , GREEK S. Neftor , Diomedes , 1 Patroclus , Therfites , Calchas , Helen , Wife to Menelaus , in Love with Paris . Andromache , Wife to Hector . Creffida , Daughter ...
... Pandarus , Antenor , Agamemnon , Achilles , Ajax , Menelaus , Ulyffes , GREEK S. Neftor , Diomedes , 1 Patroclus , Therfites , Calchas , Helen , Wife to Menelaus , in Love with Paris . Andromache , Wife to Hector . Creffida , Daughter ...
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... Pandarus and Troilus . TROIL V S. ALL here my Varlet , I'll unarm again . Why should I war without the Walls of Troy , That find fuch cruel Battel here within ? Each Trojan that is Mafter of his Heart , Let him to Field , Troilus alas ...
... Pandarus and Troilus . TROIL V S. ALL here my Varlet , I'll unarm again . Why should I war without the Walls of Troy , That find fuch cruel Battel here within ? Each Trojan that is Mafter of his Heart , Let him to Field , Troilus alas ...
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... Pandarus ! I tell thee , Pandarus When I do tell thee , there my Hopes lye drown'd , Reply not in how many Fathoms deep They lye intrench'd . I tell thee , I am mad In Crefid's Love . Thou answer'st , she is Fair , Pour'ft in the open ...
... Pandarus ! I tell thee , Pandarus When I do tell thee , there my Hopes lye drown'd , Reply not in how many Fathoms deep They lye intrench'd . I tell thee , I am mad In Crefid's Love . Thou answer'st , she is Fair , Pour'ft in the open ...
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... Pandarus ; how now , Pandarus ? Pan . I have had my labour for my travel , ill thought on of her , and ill thought on of you : Gone between and be tween , but small thanks for my labour . Troi . What art thou angry , Pandarus ? what ...
... Pandarus ; how now , Pandarus ? Pan . I have had my labour for my travel , ill thought on of her , and ill thought on of you : Gone between and be tween , but small thanks for my labour . Troi . What art thou angry , Pandarus ? what ...
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... Pandarus . Cre . Who comes here ? Ser . Madam , your Uncle Pandarus . Cre . Hector's a gallant Man . Ser . As may be in the World , Lady . Pan . What's that ? what's that ? Cre . Good morrow , Uncle Pandarus . Pan . Good morrow , Coufin ...
... Pandarus . Cre . Who comes here ? Ser . Madam , your Uncle Pandarus . Cre . Hector's a gallant Man . Ser . As may be in the World , Lady . Pan . What's that ? what's that ? Cre . Good morrow , Uncle Pandarus . Pan . Good morrow , Coufin ...
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Página 1776 - Let's dry our eyes: and thus far hear me, Cromwell; And, when I am forgotten, as I shall be, And sleep in dull cold marble, where no mention Of me more must be heard of, say, I taught thee; Say, Wolsey, that once trod the ways of glory, And sounded all the depths and shoals of...
Página 1859 - That slightly shakes his parting guest by the hand, And with his arms outstretch'd, as he would fly, Grasps in the comer : welcome ever smiles, And farewell goes out sighing. O ! let not virtue seek Remuneration for the thing it was ; For beauty, wit, High birth, vigour of bone, desert in service, Love, friendship, charity, are subjects all To envious and calumniating time. One touch of nature makes the whole world kin, That all with one consent praise new-born gawds, Though they are made and moulded...
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Página 1777 - Still in thy right hand carry gentle peace, To silence envious tongues. Be just, and fear not ; Let all the ends thou aim'st at be thy country's, Thy God's, and truth's ; then, if thou fall'st, O Cromwell, Thou fall'st a blessed martyr.
Página 1839 - Twixt right and wrong ; for pleasure and revenge Have ears more deaf than adders to the voice Of any true decision.
Página 1775 - O, how wretched Is that poor man that hangs on princes' favours ! There is, betwixt that smile we would aspire to, That sweet aspect of princes, and their ruin, More pangs and fears than wars or women have; And when he falls, he falls like Lucifer, Never to hope again.
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Página 1749 - tis better to be lowly born, And range with humble livers in content, Than to be perk'd up in a glistering grief, And wear a golden sorrow.