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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... truth . Troi . Thou doft not speak fo much . Pan , ' Faith , I'll not meddle in't . Let her be as fhe is : if fhe be fair , ' tis the better for her ; an fhe be not , " she has the mends in her own hands . Troi . Good Pandarus ! How now ...
... truth . Troi . Thou doft not speak fo much . Pan , ' Faith , I'll not meddle in't . Let her be as fhe is : if fhe be fair , ' tis the better for her ; an fhe be not , " she has the mends in her own hands . Troi . Good Pandarus ! How now ...
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... truth , brown and not brown . Cre . To fay the truth , true and not true . Pan . She prais'd his complexion above Paris . Cre . Why , Paris hath colour enough . Pan . So he has . Cre . Then , Troilus fhould have too much : if fhe prais ...
... truth , brown and not brown . Cre . To fay the truth , true and not true . Pan . She prais'd his complexion above Paris . Cre . Why , Paris hath colour enough . Pan . So he has . Cre . Then , Troilus fhould have too much : if fhe prais ...
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... truth with my three drops of blood . Ane . Now heavens forbid such scarcity of youth ! Ulyff . Amen . Aga . Fair lord Æneas , let me touch your hand ; To our pavilion fhall I lead you , fir . Achilles fhall have word of this intent ; So ...
... truth with my three drops of blood . Ane . Now heavens forbid such scarcity of youth ! Ulyff . Amen . Aga . Fair lord Æneas , let me touch your hand ; To our pavilion fhall I lead you , fir . Achilles fhall have word of this intent ; So ...
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... truth : yet , ne'ertheless , My sprightly brethren , I propend to you In refolution to keep Helen ftill ; For ' tis a caufe that hath no mean dependance Upon our joint and feveral dignities . Troi . Why , there you touch'd the life of ...
... truth : yet , ne'ertheless , My sprightly brethren , I propend to you In refolution to keep Helen ftill ; For ' tis a caufe that hath no mean dependance Upon our joint and feveral dignities . Troi . Why , there you touch'd the life of ...
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... truth , la . Nay , I care not for fuch words ; no , no . Pan . And , my lord , he defires you , that , if the king call for him at fupper , you will make his excufe . Helen . My lord Pandarus , - - in fits . ] - at times only , you don ...
... truth , la . Nay , I care not for fuch words ; no , no . Pan . And , my lord , he defires you , that , if the king call for him at fupper , you will make his excufe . Helen . My lord Pandarus , - - in fits . ] - at times only , you don ...
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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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Page 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.
Page 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.
Page 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...
Page 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.
Page 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
Page 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.