...escape the notice of Ulysses, who thus depicts her on her first arrival in the Trojan camp : — Fy ! fy upon her ! There's language in her eye, her cheek,...speaks. Her wanton spirits look out At every joint of her body. Set such down For sluttish spoils of opportunity And daughters of the game.' " The profound...

...not escape the notice of Ulysses, who thus depicts her on her first arrival in the Trojan camp:— There's language in her eye, her cheek, her lip, Nay,...speaks. Her wanton spirits look out At every joint of her body. Set such down For sluttish spoils of opportunity And daughters of the game.' — Fy! fy...

...— t'll bring you to your father. [DiomcJ leads out Cressida. -Veil. A woman of quick sense. Clyss. Fie, fie upon her ! There's language in her eye, her...speaks ; her wanton spirits look out At every joint and motive1 of her body. O, these encounters, so glib of tonpue, That give a coasting welcome ere it comes,...

...match, your nail against his horn. — May I, sweet lady, beg a kiss of you? Cres. You may. Ulyss. I do desire it. Cres. Why, beg, then. Ulyss. Why,...wanton spirits look out At every joint and motive 1 of her body. O, these encounters, so glib of tongue, That give a coasting welcome a ere it comes,...

...kiss of you. Dio. Lady, a word ; — I'll bring you to your father. [DIOMED leads out CRESSIDA. JVest. A woman of quick sense. Ulyss. Fie, fie upon her !...glib of tongue, That give a coasting welcome ere it comes,8 And wide unclasp the tables of their thoughts To every ticklish reader ! set them down For...

...bring you to your father. [DiOMED leads out CRESSIDA. Ulyss. Never's my day, and then a kiss of you. Nest. A woman of quick sense. Ulyss. Fie, fie upon...wanton spirits look out At every joint and motive l of her body. 0, these encounters, so glib of tongue, That give a coasting welcome a ere it comes,...

...answered in poetry, or something like it, as if acting a play. I recollect the words very well : — ' There's language in her eye, her cheek, her lip :...speaks ; her wanton spirits look out At every joint and motion of her body !' The Baroness, though a little Dutch-built about the stern, had a clean run forwards...

...match, your nail against his horn. — May I, sweet lady, beg a kiss of you ? Cres. You may. Ulyss. I do desire it. Cres. Why, beg then. Ulyss. Why then,...glib of tongue, That give a coasting welcome ere it comes1, And wide unclasp the tables of their thoughts To every tickling reader2, set them down For...

...father. [Diomed leads out Cressida. Nes. A woman of quick sense. Ulys. Fie, fie upon her ! There 's language in her eye, her cheek, her lip, Nay, her...wanton spirits look out At every joint and motive 1 of her body. O, these encounterers, so glib of tongue, That give a coasting2 welcome ere it comes,...

...recognise the truth, as well as force, of the portrait of her presented by the sagacious Ulysses: — ". Fie, fie upon her ! There's language in her eye, her...spirits look out At every joint and motive of her body." Ulysses himself is delineated with great felicity. He exhibits those manifold phasvs of character which...