The Plays of William Shakespeare. In Ten Volumes: Troilus and Cressida ; Cymbeline ; King LearC. Bathurst, J. Beecroft, W. Strahan, J. and F. Rivington, J. Hinton, L. Davis, Hawes, Clarke and Collins, R. Horsfield, W. Johnston, W. Owen, T. Caslon, E. Johnson, S. Crowder, B. White, T. Longman, B. Law, E. and C. Dilly, C. Corbett, W. Griffin, T. Cadell, W. Woodfall, G. Keith, T. Lowndes, T. Davies, J. Robson, T. Becket, F. Newbery, G. Robinson, T. Payne, J. Williams, M. Hingeston, and J. Ridley., 1773 |
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... fhould I war without the walls of Troy , That find fuch cruel battle here within ? Each Trojan , that is master of his heart , Let him to field ; Troilus , alas ! hath none . Pan . The story was originally written by Lollius , an old ...
... fhould I war without the walls of Troy , That find fuch cruel battle here within ? Each Trojan , that is master of his heart , Let him to field ; Troilus , alas ! hath none . Pan . The story was originally written by Lollius , an old ...
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... fhould read , one . Is as THE VIRTUE fix'd , - i . e . his patience is as fixed as the goddess Patience itself . S we find Troilus a little before faying : Patience herself , what goddess ere fhe be , Doth leffer blench at fufferance ...
... fhould read , one . Is as THE VIRTUE fix'd , - i . e . his patience is as fixed as the goddess Patience itself . S we find Troilus a little before faying : Patience herself , what goddess ere fhe be , Doth leffer blench at fufferance ...
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... fhould this man , that makes me fmile , make Hector angry ? Serv . They fay , he yesterday cop'd Hector in the battle , and ftruck him down ; the difdain and shame whereof hath ever fince kept Hector fafting and waking . Enter Pandarus ...
... fhould this man , that makes me fmile , make Hector angry ? Serv . They fay , he yesterday cop'd Hector in the battle , and ftruck him down ; the difdain and shame whereof hath ever fince kept Hector fafting and waking . Enter Pandarus ...
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... fhould have too much : if fhe prais'd him above , his complexion is higher than his ; he having colour enough , and the other higher , is too flaming a praise for a good complexion . I had as lieve Helen's golden tongue had commended ...
... fhould have too much : if fhe prais'd him above , his complexion is higher than his ; he having colour enough , and the other higher , is too flaming a praise for a good complexion . I had as lieve Helen's golden tongue had commended ...
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... fhould have laugh'd too . Pan . They laugh'd not fo much at the hair , as at his pretty anfwer . Cre . What was his anfwer ? Pan . Quoth fhe , here's but one - and - fifty hairs on your chin , and one of them is white . Cre . This is ...
... fhould have laugh'd too . Pan . They laugh'd not fo much at the hair , as at his pretty anfwer . Cre . What was his anfwer ? Pan . Quoth fhe , here's but one - and - fifty hairs on your chin , and one of them is white . Cre . This is ...
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Achilles Afide againſt Agamemnon Ajax anfwer better Calchas Clot Cloten Cordelia Creffida Cymbeline daughter defire Diomed doth Enter Exeunt Exit eyes faid falfe fame father feems feen fenfe fhall fhew fhould fifter fignifies firft flain folio fome fool fpeak fpeech ftand ftill fuch fuppofe fweet fword Glo'fter gods Gonerill Guiderius HANMER hath heart Hector himſelf honour Iach Iachimo Imogen itſelf JOHNSON Kent king lady laft Lear lefs Lidgate lord mafter means Menelaus moft moſt muft muſt myſelf Neft Neftor Neoptolemus night paffage Pandarus Patroclus Pifanio Poft Pofthumus prefent Priam purpoſe quarto quarto reads queen reafon Shakespeare ſhall ſhe ſpeak STEEV STEEVENS thee thefe THEOBALD Ther Therfites theſe thing thofe thoſe thou art Troi Troilus Ulyffes uſed WARB WARBURTON whofe word
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Page 317 - The mysteries of Hecate, and the night ', By all the operation of the orbs From whom we do exist, and cease to be, Here I disclaim all my paternal care, Propinquity and property of blood, And as a stranger to my heart and me, Hold thee from this for ever.
Page 464 - tis fittest. Cor. How does my royal lord? How fares your majesty? Lear. You do me wrong, to take me out o' the grave. — Thou art a soul in bliss ; but I am bound Upon a wheel of fire, that mine own tears Do scald like molten lead.
Page 30 - 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...
Page 392 - O, reason not the need ! Our basest beggars Are in the poorest thing superfluous. Allow" not nature more than nature needs, Man's life is cheap as beast's. Thou art a lady; If only to go warm were gorgeous, Why, nature needs not what thou gorgeous wear'st, Which scarcely keeps thee warm.
Page 392 - You see me here, you gods, a poor old man, As full of grief as age ; wretched in both ! If it be you that stir these daughters...
Page 400 - LEAR. Let the great gods, That keep this dreadful pother o'er our heads, Find out their enemies now.
Page 84 - Take the instant way For honour travels in a strait so narrow, W'here one but goes abreast: keep then the path; For emulation hath a thousand sons, That one by one pursue: If you give way, Or...
Page 453 - With a more riotous appetite. Down from the waist they are centaurs, though women all above : but to the girdle do the gods inherit, beneath is all the fiends' ; there's hell, there's darkness, there is the sulphurous pit, burning, scalding, stench, consumption.
Page 334 - These late eclipses in the sun and moon portend no good to us. Though the wisdom of nature can reason it thus and thus, yet nature finds itself scourged by the sequent effects. Love cools, friendship falls off, brothers divide; in cities, mutinies; in countries, discord; in palaces, treason; and the bond cracked 'twixt son and father.
Page 84 - 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...