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With Notes of Various Commentators William Shakespeare. Helen ' s golden
tongue had commended Troilus for a copper nose . Pan . I swear to you , I think ,
Helen loves him better than Paris . Cres . Thap she ' s a merry Greek , indeed .
Pan .
With Notes of Various Commentators William Shakespeare. Helen ' s golden
tongue had commended Troilus for a copper nose . Pan . I swear to you , I think ,
Helen loves him better than Paris . Cres . Thap she ' s a merry Greek , indeed .
Pan .
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No , sir , Helen ; Could you not find out that by her attributes ? Pan . It should
seem , fellow , that thou hast not seen the lady Cressida . I come to speak with
Paris from the prince Troilus : I will make a complimental assault upon him , for
my ...
No , sir , Helen ; Could you not find out that by her attributes ? Pan . It should
seem , fellow , that thou hast not seen the lady Cressida . I come to speak with
Paris from the prince Troilus : I will make a complimental assault upon him , for
my ...
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Helen . O , sir ,Pan . Rude , in sooth ; in good sooth , very rude . Par . Well said ,
my lord ! well , you say so in fits . Pan . I have business to my lord , dear queen :
My lord , will you vouchsafe me a word ? Helen . Nay , this shall not hedge us out
...
Helen . O , sir ,Pan . Rude , in sooth ; in good sooth , very rude . Par . Well said ,
my lord ! well , you say so in fits . Pan . I have business to my lord , dear queen :
My lord , will you vouchsafe me a word ? Helen . Nay , this shall not hedge us out
...
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Par . What exploit ' s in hand ? where sups he tonight ? Helen . Nay , but my lord ,
- Pan . What says my sweet queen ? - My cousin will fall out with you . You must
not know where he sups . Par . I ' ll lay my life , with my disposer Cressida 25 .
Par . What exploit ' s in hand ? where sups he tonight ? Helen . Nay , but my lord ,
- Pan . What says my sweet queen ? - My cousin will fall out with you . You must
not know where he sups . Par . I ' ll lay my life , with my disposer Cressida 25 .
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Helen . He hangs the lip at something ; - you know all , lord Pandarus . Pan . Not I
, honey - sweet queen . - I long to hear how they sped to - day . - You ' ll
remember your brother ' s excuse ? Par . To a hair . Pan . Farewell , sweet queen
.
Helen . He hangs the lip at something ; - you know all , lord Pandarus . Pan . Not I
, honey - sweet queen . - I long to hear how they sped to - day . - You ' ll
remember your brother ' s excuse ? Par . To a hair . Pan . Farewell , sweet queen
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Page 259 - Farewell ! a long farewell, to all my greatness ! This is the state of man : to-day he puts forth The tender leaves of hope, to-morrow blossoms, And bears his blushing honours thick upon him . The third day comes a frost, a killing frost, And, — when he thinks, good easy man, full surely His greatness is a-ripening, — nips his root, And then he falls, as I do.
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| Title | The Plays of William Shakespeare: With Notes of Various Commentators, Issue 9 The Plays of William Shakespeare: With Notes of Various Commentators, William Shakespeare |
| Author | William Shakespeare |
| Publisher | G. Kearsley [Printed, 1806 |
| Original from | the New York Public Library |
| Digitized | 3 Jan 2007 |
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