The Plays of William Shakespeare: With the Corrections and Illustrations of Various Commentators, المجلد 12C. and A. Conrad & Company, 1809 |
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... Cres- sida . Indeed , as I have just now observed , it was at first either unknown or forgotten . It does not however appear in the list of the plays , and is thrust in between the histories and the tragedies with- out any enumeration ...
... Cres- sida . Indeed , as I have just now observed , it was at first either unknown or forgotten . It does not however appear in the list of the plays , and is thrust in between the histories and the tragedies with- out any enumeration ...
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... Cres . Who were those went by ? Alex . Queen Hecuba , and Helen . Up to the eastern tower , Cres . And whither go they ? Alex . 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 . Up to the eastern tower , Cres . And whither go they ? Alex . Whose height commands as subject all the vale , To see the battle . Hector , whose patience Is , as a virtue ...
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... Cres . What was his cause of anger ? Alex . The noise goes , this : There is among the Greeks A lord of Trojan blood , nephew to Hector ; They call him , Ajax . Cres . Good ; And what of him ? Alex . They say he is a very man per se , 3 ...
... Cres . What was his cause of anger ? Alex . The noise goes , this : There is among the Greeks A lord of Trojan blood , nephew to Hector ; They call him , Ajax . Cres . Good ; And what of him ? Alex . They say he is a very man per se , 3 ...
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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 . That were we talking of , and of his anger . Pan . Was he angry ? Cres . So he says here . Pan . True , he was so ; I know the cause too ; he'll lay about him to - day , I can tell them that : and there is Troilus will not come ...
... Cres . That were we talking of , and of his anger . Pan . Was he angry ? Cres . So he says here . Pan . True , he was so ; I know the cause too ; he'll lay about him to - day , I can tell them that : and there is Troilus will not come ...
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Achilles Agam Agamemnon Ajax ancient Antony and Cleopatra art thou beauty Ben Jonson blood breath brest Calchas called Capulet Cres Cressida dead dear death Diomed dost doth edition Enter Exeunt Exit eyes fair fear folio fool frend Friar fryer give Grecian greefe Greeks hand hart hath heart heaven Hect Hector Helen honour Johnson Juliet King Henry kiss lady lord lovers lyfe Malone Mason means Menelaus Mercutio Montague mynde Nestor night nurce Nurse old copies Pandarus Paris passage Patr Patroclus play poet Pope prince quarto quoth Rape of Lucrece reading Romeo Romeus scene sense Shakspeare Shakspeare's sorow speak speech Steevens stryfe sweet sword tears tell thee Ther Thersites theyr thing thou art thought Troilus Troilus and Cressida Trojan Troy true Tybalt Ulyss unto Warburton word
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الصفحة 42 - Take but degree away, untune that string, And, hark what discord follows! each thing meets In mere oppugnancy: the bounded waters Should lift their bosoms higher than the shores And make a sop of all this solid globe: Strength should be lord of imbecility, And the rude son should strike his father dead: Force should be right; or rather, right and wrong, Between whose endless jar justice resides, Should lose their names, and so should justice too.
الصفحة 238 - Through lovers' brains, and then they dream of love: On courtiers' knees, that dream on court'sies straight: O'er lawyers' fingers, who straight dream on fees: O'er ladies...
الصفحة 255 - But, soft! what light through yonder window breaks! It is the east, and Juliet is the sun ! — Arise, fair sun, and kill the envious moon, Who is already sick and pale with grief, That thou her maid art far more fair than she...
الصفحة 318 - It was the lark, the herald of the morn, No nightingale : look, love, what envious streaks Do lace the severing clouds in yonder east : Night's candles are burnt out, and jocund day Stands tiptoe on the misty mountain tops ; I must be gone and live, or stay and die.
الصفحة 261 - Do not swear at all ; Or, if thou wilt, swear by thy gracious self, Which is the god of my idolatry, And I'll believe thee.
الصفحة 207 - Two households, both alike in dignity, In fair Verona, where we lay our scene, From ancient grudge break to new mutiny. Where civil blood makes civil hands unclean. From forth the fatal loins of these two foes A pair of star-cross'd lovers take their life ; Whose misadventured piteous overthrows Do. with their death, bury their parents
الصفحة 119 - 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...
الصفحة 261 - Sweet, good night! This bud of love, by summer's ripening breath, May prove a beauteous flower when next we meet. Good night, good night! as sweet repose and rest Come to thy heart as that within my breast!
الصفحة 118 - Time hath, my lord, a wallet at his back, Wherein he puts alms for oblivion, A great-sized monster of ingratitudes: Those scraps are good deeds past; which are devour'd As fast as they are made, forgot as soon As done...
الصفحة 240 - True, I talk of dreams ; Which are the children of an idle brain, Begot of nothing but vain fantasy, Which is as thin of substance as the air, And more inconstant than the wind...