The Works of John Dryden: Now First Collected ...W. Miller, 1808 |
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... Troil . Why should I fight without the Trojan walls , Who , without fighting , am o'erthrown within ? The Trojan who is master of a soul , Let him to battle ; Troilus has none . Pand . Will this never be at an end with you ? Troil . The ...
... Troil . Why should I fight without the Trojan walls , Who , without fighting , am o'erthrown within ? The Trojan who is master of a soul , Let him to battle ; Troilus has none . Pand . Will this never be at an end with you ? Troil . The ...
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... Troil . Have I not staid ? Pand . Ay , the kindling ; but you must stay the spitting of the meat . Troil . Have I not staid ? Pand . Ay , the spitting ; but there's two words to a bargain ; you must stay the roasting too . Troil . Still ...
... Troil . Have I not staid ? Pand . Ay , the kindling ; but you must stay the spitting of the meat . Troil . Have I not staid ? Pand . Ay , the spitting ; but there's two words to a bargain ; you must stay the roasting too . Troil . Still ...
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... Troil . Thou giv'st her not so much . Pand . Faith , I'll speak no more of her , let her be as she is ; if she be a beauty , ' tis the better for her ; an ' she be not , she has the mends in her own hands , for Pandarus . Troil . In ...
... Troil . Thou giv'st her not so much . Pand . Faith , I'll speak no more of her , let her be as she is ; if she be a beauty , ' tis the better for her ; an ' she be not , she has the mends in her own hands , for Pandarus . Troil . In ...
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... Troil . Dear Pandarusi Pand . Pray speak no more on't ; I'll not burn my fingers in another body's business ; I'll leave it as I found it , and there's an end . Troil . O gods , how do you torture me ! I cannot come to Cressida but by ...
... Troil . Dear Pandarusi Pand . Pray speak no more on't ; I'll not burn my fingers in another body's business ; I'll leave it as I found it , and there's an end . Troil . O gods , how do you torture me ! I cannot come to Cressida but by ...
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... have lost so many lives of ours , To keep a thing not ours , not worth to us The value of a man , what reason is there Still to retain the cause of so much ill ? Troil . Fye , fye , my noble brother ! 3 ACT II . 281 TROILUS AND CRESSIDA ..
... have lost so many lives of ours , To keep a thing not ours , not worth to us The value of a man , what reason is there Still to retain the cause of so much ill ? Troil . Fye , fye , my noble brother ! 3 ACT II . 281 TROILUS AND CRESSIDA ..
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Էջ 229 - For honour travels in a strait so narrow, Where one but goes abreast: keep then the path; For emulation hath a thousand sons That one by one pursue: if you give way, Or hedge aside from the direct forthright, Like to an enter'd tide, they all rush by, And leave you hindmost...
Էջ 291 - I am giddy, expectation whirls me round. The imaginary relish is so sweet That it enchants my sense. What will it be When that the watery...
Էջ 264 - And thus still doing, thus he pass'd along. Duch. Alas ! poor Richard ! where rides he the while ? York. As in a theatre, the eyes of men, After a well-graced actor leaves the stage, Are idly bent on him that enters next, Thinking his prattle to be tedious : Even so, or with much more contempt, men's eyes Did scowl on Richard ; no man cried, God save him...
Էջ 249 - The first rule which Bossu prescribes to the writer of an heroic poem, and which holds too by the same reason in all dramatic poetry, is to make the moral of the work, that is, to lay down to yourself what that precept of morality shall be, which you would insinuate into the people...
Էջ 261 - I. cannot deny that he has his failings; but they are not so much in the passions themselves as in his manner of expression: he often obscures his meaning by his words, and sometimes makes it unintelligible. I will not say of so great a poet that he distinguished not the blown puffy style from true sublimity; but I may venture to maintain that the fury of his fancy often transported him beyond the bounds of judgment, either in coining of new words and phrases, or racking words which were in use into...
Էջ 313 - Can life be a blessing, Or worth the possessing, Can life be a blessing, if love were away? Ah, no! though our love all night keep us waking, And though he torment us with cares all the day, Yet he sweetens, he sweetens our pains in the taking; There's an hour at the last, there's an hour to repay. In...
Էջ 229 - 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...
Էջ 194 - E'en wondered at because he dropt no sooner; Fate seemed to wind him up for fourscore years; Yet freshly ran he on ten winters more, Till, like a clock worn out with eating Time, The wheels of weary life at last stood still.
Էջ 252 - A character, or that which distinguishes one man from all others, cannot be supposed to consist of one particular virtue, or vice, or passion only; but 'tis a composition of qualities which are not contrary to one another in the same person...
Էջ 253 - Tis one of the excellencies of Shakespeare that the manners of his persons are generally apparent, and you see their bent and inclinations.