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... Cres . Who were those went by ? Alex . Queen Hecuba , and Helen . Cres . And whither go they ? Alex . Up to the eastern tower , Whose height commands as subject all the vale , To see the battle . Hector , whose patience Is , as a virtue ...
... Cres . Who were those went by ? Alex . Queen Hecuba , and Helen . Cres . And whither go they ? Alex . Up to the eastern tower , Whose height commands as subject all the vale , To see the battle . Hector , whose patience Is , as a virtue ...
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... Cres . But how should this man , that makes me smile , make Hector angry ? Alex . They say , he yesterday coped ... Cres . Who comes here ? Alex . Madam , your uncle Pandarus . Cres . Hector's a gallant man . Alex . As may be in the ...
... Cres . But how should this man , that makes me smile , make Hector angry ? Alex . They say , he yesterday coped ... Cres . Who comes here ? Alex . Madam , your uncle Pandarus . Cres . Hector's a gallant man . Alex . As may be in the ...
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... Cres . Then you say as I say ; for , I am sure , he is not Hector . Pan . No , nor Hector is not Troilus , in some de- grees . Cres . ' Tis just to each of them ; he is himself . Pan . Himself ? Alas , poor Troilus ! I would , he were , - ...
... Cres . Then you say as I say ; for , I am sure , he is not Hector . Pan . No , nor Hector is not Troilus , in some de- grees . Cres . ' Tis just to each of them ; he is himself . Pan . Himself ? Alas , poor Troilus ! I would , he were , - ...
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... Cres . Indeed , a tapster's arithmetick may soon bring his particulars therein to a total . : Pan . Why , he is very young and yet will he , within three pound , lift as much as his brother Hector . Cres . Is he so young a man , and so ...
... Cres . Indeed , a tapster's arithmetick may soon bring his particulars therein to a total . : Pan . Why , he is very young and yet will he , within three pound , lift as much as his brother Hector . Cres . Is he so young a man , and so ...
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... Cres . Alas , poor chin ! many a wart is richer . Pan . But , there was such laughing ; -Queen He- cuba laughed , that her eyes ran o'er . Cres . With mill - stones * . Pan . And Cassandra laughed . Cres . But there was a more temperate ...
... Cres . Alas , poor chin ! many a wart is richer . Pan . But , there was such laughing ; -Queen He- cuba laughed , that her eyes ran o'er . Cres . With mill - stones * . Pan . And Cassandra laughed . Cres . But there was a more temperate ...
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Page 189 - 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.
Page 3 - But I, that am not shap'd for sportive tricks, Nor made to court an amorous lookingglass; I, that am rudely stamp'd, and want love's majesty To strut before a wanton ambling nymph; I, that am curtail'd of this fair proportion.
Page 191 - Cromwell, I did not think to shed a tear In all my miseries ; but thou hast forc'd me, Out of thy honest truth, to play the woman. 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 he heard of — say, I taught thee...
Page 244 - And posts, like the commandment of a king, Sans check, to good and bad. 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!
Page 188 - Farewell ! a long farewell, to all my greatness ! This is the state of man : to-day he puts forth The tender leaves of hope, to-morrow blossoms, And bears his blushing honours thick upon him . The third day comes a frost, a killing frost, And, — when he thinks, good easy man, full surely His greatness is a-ripening, — nips his root, And then he falls, as I do.
Page 29 - With that, methought, a legion of foul fiends Environ'd me, and howled in mine ears Such hideous cries, that with the very noise I trembling wak'd ; and for a season after Could not believe but that I was in hell : Such terrible impression made my dream.
Page 191 - I taught thee— Say Wolsey, that once trod the ways of glory, And sounded all the depths and shoals of honour, Found thee a way, out of his wreck, to rise in— A sure and safe one, though thy master miss'd it.
Page 244 - 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...
Page 191 - Love thyself last : cherish those hearts that hate thee ; Corruption wins not more than honesty. 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, 0 Cromwell, Thou fall'st a blessed martyr.
Page 189 - Why, well ; Never so truly happy, my good Cromwell. I know myself now ; and I feel within me A peace above all earthly dignities, A still and quiet conscience.