The Plays of William Shakespeare: With the Corrections and Illustrations of Various Commentators, Volume 12 |
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Page 78
Ulyss . He . Nest . Then will Ajax lack matter , if he have lost his argument . Ulyss .
No ; you see , he is his argument , that has his argument ; Achilles . Nest . All the
better ; their fraction is more our wish , than their faction : But it was a strong ...
Ulyss . He . Nest . Then will Ajax lack matter , if he have lost his argument . Ulyss .
No ; you see , he is his argument , that has his argument ; Achilles . Nest . All the
better ; their fraction is more our wish , than their faction : But it was a strong ...
Page 84
With the Corrections and Illustrations of Various Commentators William
Shakespeare Isaac Reed. Ajax . I will let his humours blood.7 Agam . He'll be
physician , ' that should be the patient . [ ./side . Ajax . An all men Were oʻmy
mind , - Ulyss .
With the Corrections and Illustrations of Various Commentators William
Shakespeare Isaac Reed. Ajax . I will let his humours blood.7 Agam . He'll be
physician , ' that should be the patient . [ ./side . Ajax . An all men Were oʻmy
mind , - Ulyss .
Page 166
Ulyss . List ! Cres . Sweet honey Greek , tempt me no more to follg . Ther .
Roguery ! Dio . Nay , thenCres . I'll tell you what : Dio . Pho ! pho ! come , tell a pin
: You are forsworn ... Cres . In faith , I cannot : What would you have me do ? Ther
.
Ulyss . List ! Cres . Sweet honey Greek , tempt me no more to follg . Ther .
Roguery ! Dio . Nay , thenCres . I'll tell you what : Dio . Pho ! pho ! come , tell a pin
: You are forsworn ... Cres . In faith , I cannot : What would you have me do ? Ther
.
Page 167
With the Corrections and Illustrations of Various Commentators William
Shakespeare Isaac Reed. Ulyss . You have not patience ; come . Tro . I pray you ,
stay ; by hell , and all hell's torments , I will not speak a word . Dio . And so , good
night .
With the Corrections and Illustrations of Various Commentators William
Shakespeare Isaac Reed. Ulyss . You have not patience ; come . Tro . I pray you ,
stay ; by hell , and all hell's torments , I will not speak a word . Dio . And so , good
night .
Page 171
A proof of strength she could not publish more , Unless she said , My mind is now
turn'd whore . Ulyss . All ' s done , my lord . Tro . It is . Ulyss . Why stay we then ?
Tro . To make a recordation to my soul Of every syllable that here was spoke .
A proof of strength she could not publish more , Unless she said , My mind is now
turn'd whore . Ulyss . All ' s done , my lord . Tro . It is . Ulyss . Why stay we then ?
Tro . To make a recordation to my soul Of every syllable that here was spoke .
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Achilles Agam Ajax ancient appears arms bear beauty better blood breath called cause comes copy Cres dead dear death doth edition editors Enter eyes face fair fall father fear folio fortune Friar give Greeks hand hart hast hath head hear heart heaven Hector Helen honour Johnson Juliet keep King kiss lady leave light live look lord lovers Malone means nature never night Nurse observed once Paris passage perhaps play present prince quarto rest Romeo Romeus scene seems sense Serv Shakspeare speak speech stand stay Steevens suppose sweet sword tears tell thee Ther theyr thing thou thou art thought Troilus Troy true Tybalt Ulyss unto wise young
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