The Plays, المجلد 7Otridge & Rackham, 1824 |
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الصفحة 256
... , and what else dear that is consum'd In hot digestion of this cormorant war , — Shall be struck off : -Hector , what say you to't ? * Bitch , hound . Hect . Though no man lesser fears the Greeks than 256 [ ACT II . TROILUS AND.
... , and what else dear that is consum'd In hot digestion of this cormorant war , — Shall be struck off : -Hector , what say you to't ? * Bitch , hound . Hect . Though no man lesser fears the Greeks than 256 [ ACT II . TROILUS AND.
الصفحة 257
William Shakespeare. Hect . Though no man lesser fears the Greeks than I , As far as toucheth my particular , yet , Dread Priam , There is no lady of more softer bowels , More spungy to suck in the sense of fear , More ready to cry out ...
William Shakespeare. Hect . Though no man lesser fears the Greeks than I , As far as toucheth my particular , yet , Dread Priam , There is no lady of more softer bowels , More spungy to suck in the sense of fear , More ready to cry out ...
الصفحة 258
... Hect . Brother , she is not worth what she doth cost The holding . Tro . What is aught , but as ' tis valued ? Hect . But value dwells not in particular will ; It holds his estimate and dignity As well wherein ' tis precious of itself ...
... Hect . Brother , she is not worth what she doth cost The holding . Tro . What is aught , but as ' tis valued ? Hect . But value dwells not in particular will ; It holds his estimate and dignity As well wherein ' tis precious of itself ...
الصفحة 259
... Hect . It is Cassandra . Enter Cassandra , raving . Cas . Cry , Trojans , cry ! lend me ten thousand eyes , And I will fill them with prophetick tears . Hect . Peace , sister , peace . Cas . Virgins and boys , mid - age and wrinkled ...
... Hect . It is Cassandra . Enter Cassandra , raving . Cas . Cry , Trojans , cry ! lend me ten thousand eyes , And I will fill them with prophetick tears . Hect . Peace , sister , peace . Cas . Virgins and boys , mid - age and wrinkled ...
الصفحة 260
... Hect . Now , youthful Troilus , do not these high strains Of divination in our sister work Some touches of remorse ? or is your blood So madly hot , that no discourse of reason , Nor fear of bad success in a bad cause , Can qualify the ...
... Hect . Now , youthful Troilus , do not these high strains Of divination in our sister work Some touches of remorse ? or is your blood So madly hot , that no discourse of reason , Nor fear of bad success in a bad cause , Can qualify the ...
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Achilles Æneas Agam Agamemnon Ajax Anne Antenor arms bear blood brother Buck Buckingham Calchas cardinal Cate Catesby Cham Clar Clarence cousin Cres Cressid Crom curse death Deiphobus Diomed Diomedes Dorset doth Duch duke duke of Norfolk Edward Eliz Enter Exeunt Exit eyes fair Farewell father fear fool friends Gent gentle give Gloster grace Grecian Greeks Hastings hath hear heart heaven Hect Hector Helen Helenus holy honour i'the Kath King Richard king's lady live look lord Lord Chamberlain lord Hastings Lovell madam Menelaus Murd Nest Nestor night noble Norfolk o'the Pandarus Patr Patroclus peace pray Priam prince queen Rich Richmond royal SCENE Sir Thomas Lovell soul speak Stan Stanley Suff sweet sword tell tent thee Ther there's Thersites thou art to-morrow Troilus Trojan Troy trumpets Ulyss uncle unto weep Wolsey
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الصفحة 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.
الصفحة 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.
الصفحة 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...
الصفحة 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!
الصفحة 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.
الصفحة 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.
الصفحة 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.
الصفحة 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...
الصفحة 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.
الصفحة 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.