The Works of Shakespeare in Seven Volumes, Հատոր 7A. Bettesworth and C. Hitch, 1733 |
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... poor Troilus ! I would he were . Cre . So he is . Pan . ' Condition , I had gone bare - foot to India . being on the Stage.Wonderful Acuteness ! But , with Submiffion , this Gentleman's Note is much more abfurd : for it falls out very ...
... poor Troilus ! I would he were . Cre . So he is . Pan . ' Condition , I had gone bare - foot to India . being on the Stage.Wonderful Acuteness ! But , with Submiffion , this Gentleman's Note is much more abfurd : for it falls out very ...
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... poor chin ! many a wart is richer . 1 Pan . But there was fuch laughing . Queen Hecuba laught , that her eyes run o'er . Cre . With milftones . Pan . And Caffandra laught . Cre . But there was more temperate fire under the pot of her ...
... poor chin ! many a wart is richer . 1 Pan . But there was fuch laughing . Queen Hecuba laught , that her eyes run o'er . Cre . With milftones . Pan . And Caffandra laught . Cre . But there was more temperate fire under the pot of her ...
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... was out of his Swathing - cloaths ? Prepofterous Nonfenfe ! and yet fo eafy a Change , as one poor Derivative Pronoun for another , fets all right and clear . Pat . Pat . A good riddance . Achil . Marry , 36 TROILUS and CRESSIDA .
... was out of his Swathing - cloaths ? Prepofterous Nonfenfe ! and yet fo eafy a Change , as one poor Derivative Pronoun for another , fets all right and clear . Pat . Pat . A good riddance . Achil . Marry , 36 TROILUS and CRESSIDA .
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... poor difpofer's fick . Par . I fpy- Pan . You fpy , what do you fpy ? come , give me an inftrument now , fweet Queen . Helen . Why , this is kindly done . Pan . My neice is horribly in love with a thing you have , fweet Queen . Helen ...
... poor difpofer's fick . Par . I fpy- Pan . You fpy , what do you fpy ? come , give me an inftrument now , fweet Queen . Helen . Why , this is kindly done . Pan . My neice is horribly in love with a thing you have , fweet Queen . Helen ...
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... poor , yet profeffing to love her , is faid by the Poet to be a Lyer , not a Lover , for that right Reasoning cannot belong to a Spirit in Love . Ου φιλέεις εψεύσαω . πώς δύναται Ψυχὴ ἐρωμανέειν ὀρθὰ λογιζομών ; But Menander has left us ...
... poor , yet profeffing to love her , is faid by the Poet to be a Lyer , not a Lover , for that right Reasoning cannot belong to a Spirit in Love . Ου φιλέεις εψεύσαω . πώς δύναται Ψυχὴ ἐρωμανέειν ὀρθὰ λογιζομών ; But Menander has left us ...
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Էջ 70 - Keeps honour bright : To have done, is to hang Quite out of fashion, like a rusty mail In monumental mockery.
Էջ 281 - Tears in his eyes, distraction in 's aspect, A broken voice, and his whole function suiting With forms to his conceit? and all for nothing! For Hecuba! What's Hecuba to him, or he to Hecuba, That he should weep for her!
Էջ 251 - I could a tale unfold, whose lightest word Would harrow up thy soul ; freeze thy young blood ; Make thy two eyes, like stars, start from their spheres...
Էջ 292 - ... accent of Christians, nor the gait of Christian, pagan, nor man, have so strutted, and bellowed, that I have thought some of Nature's journeymen had made men, and not made them well, they imitated humanity so abominably.
Էջ 327 - What is a man, If his chief good and market of his time Be but to sleep and feed? a beast, no more. Sure he that made us with such large discourse, Looking before and after, gave us not That capability and god-like reason To fust in us unus'd.
Էջ 170 - These violent delights have violent ends, And in their triumph die ! like fire and powder, Which, as they kiss, consume.
Էջ 443 - Never, lago. Like to the Pontic sea, Whose icy current and compulsive course Ne'er feels retiring ebb, but keeps due on To the Propontic and the Hellespont ; Even so my bloody thoughts, with violent pace, Shall ne'er look back, ne'er ebb to humble love. Till that a capable and wide revenge Swallow them up. — Now, by yond marble heaven, In the due reverence of a sacred vow {Kneels, I here engage my words.
Էջ 247 - The king doth wake to-night, and takes his rouse, Keeps wassail, and the swaggering up-spring reels ; And, as he drains his draughts of Rhenish down, The kettle-drum and trumpet thus bray out The triumph of his pledge.
Էջ 154 - What's in a name? that which we call a rose By any other name would smell as sweet; So Romeo would, were he not Romeo call'd, Retain that dear perfection which he owes Without that title. Romeo, doff thy name, And for thy. name, which is no part of thee, Take all myself.
Էջ 274 - In form and moving how express and admirable ! In action how like an angel! In apprehension how like a god! The beauty of the world! The paragon of animals! And yet, to me, what is this quintessence of dust? Man delights not me, — no, nor woman neither, though by your smiling you seem to say so.