The Dramatic Works: Of Shakespeare, in Six Volumes; with Notes by Joseph Rann, ...at the Clarendon Press, M DCC LXXXVI. To be had of Mess. Rivington, London; Mess. Prince and Cooke and C. Selwin Rann, Oxford; and of Mess. Pearson and Rollason, Birmingham, 1789 |
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Strana 2
... have prayd for them rather then beene prayd . And fo I leave all fuch to bee prayd for ( for the ftates of their wits healths ) that will not praise it . Vale . PROLOGUE . IN Troy , there lies the fcene . From ifles PREFACE.
... have prayd for them rather then beene prayd . And fo I leave all fuch to bee prayd for ( for the ftates of their wits healths ) that will not praise it . Vale . PROLOGUE . IN Troy , there lies the fcene . From ifles PREFACE.
Strana 8
... leave all as I found it , and there an end . [ Exit Pandarus . [ Sound alarum . Troi . Peace , you ungracious clamours ! peace , rude founds ! Fools on both fides ! Helen muft needs be fair , When with your blood you daily paint her ...
... leave all as I found it , and there an end . [ Exit Pandarus . [ Sound alarum . Troi . Peace , you ungracious clamours ! peace , rude founds ! Fools on both fides ! Helen muft needs be fair , When with your blood you daily paint her ...
Strana 27
... leave , and large fecurity . How may A ftranger to those most imperial looks Know them from eyes of other mortals ? Aga . How ? Ene . I afk , that I might waken reverence , And bid the cheek be ready with a blush Modeft as morning when ...
... leave , and large fecurity . How may A ftranger to those most imperial looks Know them from eyes of other mortals ? Aga . How ? Ene . I afk , that I might waken reverence , And bid the cheek be ready with a blush Modeft as morning when ...
Strana 37
... leave the faction of fools . Patr . A good riddance . [ Exit . Achil . Marry this , fir , is proclaim'd through all our hoft : That Hector , by the fifth hour of the fun , Will , with a trumpet , ' twixt our tents and Troy , To - morrow ...
... leave the faction of fools . Patr . A good riddance . [ Exit . Achil . Marry this , fir , is proclaim'd through all our hoft : That Hector , by the fifth hour of the fun , Will , with a trumpet , ' twixt our tents and Troy , To - morrow ...
Strana 65
... leave , fweet Creffid ? Pan . Leave ! an you take leave ' till to - morrow morn ing , - Cre . Pray you , content you . Troi . What offends you , lady ? Cre . Sir , mine own company . Troi . You cannot fhun yourself . Cre . Let me go and ...
... leave , fweet Creffid ? Pan . Leave ! an you take leave ' till to - morrow morn ing , - Cre . Pray you , content you . Troi . What offends you , lady ? Cre . Sir , mine own company . Troi . You cannot fhun yourself . Cre . Let me go and ...
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Achilles Afide againſt Agamemnon Ajax anſwer arms art thou Bard Bardolph blood Boling Bolingbroke brother Calchas cauſe Clot coufin Cymbeline death Diomed doft doth Enter Exeunt Exit eyes fafe faid fair falfe Falstaff father Faulc Faulconbridge fear fhall fhew fhould fince fir John firſt flain foldiers fome foul fpeak fpirit ftand ftill fuch fweet fword Gaunt Guiderius hand hath hear heart heaven Hector Henry himſelf Hoft honour horſe Iach itſelf Juft king lady lord mafter majeſty moft moſt muft muſt myſelf noble Northumberland Pandarus Patroclus peace Percy Pifanio pleaſe Poft Pofthumus Poins praiſe prefent Priam prince purpoſe Queen reafon Rich ſay SCENE Shal ſhall ſhe ſpeak ſtand ſtate ſtay ſuch tell thee thefe Ther theſe thoſe thou art thouſand tongue Troi Troilus Ulyff Weft whofe whoſe yourſelf
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Strana 319 - 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.
Strana 558 - 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.
Strana 417 - To monarchize, be fear'd and kill with looks, Infusing him with self and vain conceit, As if this flesh which walls about our life Were brass impregnable, and...
Strana 327 - To gild refined gold, to paint the lily, To throw a perfume on the violet, To smooth the ice, or add another hue Unto the rainbow, or with taper-light To seek the beauteous eye of heaven to garnish, Is wasteful, and ridiculous excess.
Strana 558 - 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
Strana 22 - 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.