The Dramatic Works of Shakspeare: In Six Volumes, Volume 3Clarendon Press, 1789 |
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... against all fuit . Tell me , Apollo , for thy Daphne's love , What Creffid is , what Pandar , and what we ? Her bed is India ; there fhe lies , a pearl : Р Between our Ilium , and where the refides , Let it be call'd the wild and ...
... against all fuit . Tell me , Apollo , for thy Daphne's love , What Creffid is , what Pandar , and what we ? Her bed is India ; there fhe lies , a pearl : Р Between our Ilium , and where the refides , Let it be call'd the wild and ...
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... against the hair : He hath the joints of every thing ; but every thing fo out of joint , that he is a gouty Briareus , many hands and no ufe ; or purblinded Argus , all eyes and no fight . W Cre . But how fhould this man , that makes me ...
... against the hair : He hath the joints of every thing ; but every thing fo out of joint , that he is a gouty Briareus , many hands and no ufe ; or purblinded Argus , all eyes and no fight . W Cre . But how fhould this man , that makes me ...
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... 'll be fworn , ' tis true ; he will weep you , an ' twere a man born in April . [ Sound a retreat . Cre . And I'll fpring up in his tears , an ' twere a nettle against May . Pān . Pan . Hark , they are coming from the field 14 ...
... 'll be fworn , ' tis true ; he will weep you , an ' twere a man born in April . [ Sound a retreat . Cre . And I'll fpring up in his tears , an ' twere a nettle against May . Pān . Pan . Hark , they are coming from the field 14 ...
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... tercel , ] - I'll back the faulcon against the tercel ; I'll wager that Crefida is a match for Troilus . Troi . O Creffida , how often have I wish'd Troi . وة TROILUS AND CRESSIDA . Troi. Even fuch a paffion doth embrace my bofom...
... tercel , ] - I'll back the faulcon against the tercel ; I'll wager that Crefida is a match for Troilus . Troi . O Creffida , how often have I wish'd Troi . وة TROILUS AND CRESSIDA . Troi. Even fuch a paffion doth embrace my bofom...
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... against his horn.- May I , fweet lady , beg a kifs of you ? Cre . You may . Ulyff . I do defire it . Cre . Why , beg then . Ulyss . Why then , for Venus ' fake , give me a kiss . Cre . When Helen is a maid again , and his . I am your ...
... against his horn.- May I , fweet lady , beg a kifs of you ? Cre . You may . Ulyff . I do defire it . Cre . Why , beg then . Ulyss . Why then , for Venus ' fake , give me a kiss . Cre . When Helen is a maid again , and his . I am your ...
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Page 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.
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Page 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.
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Page 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.
Page 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
Page 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.
Page 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.
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