The Dramatic Works of Shakspeare: In Six Volumes, Volume 3Clarendon Press, 1789 |
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... Sweet Pandarus , - Pan . Pray you , fpeak no more to me ; I will leave all as I found it , and there an end . [ Exit Pandarus . [ Sound alarum . Troi . Peace , you ungracious clamours ! peace , rude founds ! Fools on both fides ! Helen ...
... Sweet Pandarus , - Pan . Pray you , fpeak no more to me ; I will leave all as I found it , and there an end . [ Exit Pandarus . [ Sound alarum . Troi . Peace , you ungracious clamours ! peace , rude founds ! Fools on both fides ! Helen ...
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... sweet delights : You have the honey still , but these the gall ; So to be valiant , is no praise at all . Par . Sir , I propose not merely to myself The pleasures fuch a beauty brings with it ; But I would have the foil of her fair rape ...
... sweet delights : You have the honey still , but these the gall ; So to be valiant , is no praise at all . Par . Sir , I propose not merely to myself The pleasures fuch a beauty brings with it ; But I would have the foil of her fair rape ...
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... sweet W " compofure ; Praife him that got thee , fhe that gave thee fuck : Fam'd be thy tutor ; and thy parts of nature Thrice - fam'd , beyond beyond all erudition : But he that difciplin'd thy arms to fight , Let Mars divide eternity ...
... sweet W " compofure ; Praife him that got thee , fhe that gave thee fuck : Fam'd be thy tutor ; and thy parts of nature Thrice - fam'd , beyond beyond all erudition : But he that difciplin'd thy arms to fight , Let Mars divide eternity ...
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... Sweet queen , fweet queen ; that's a fweet queen , i'faith . Par . And to make a fweet lady fad , is a four offence . Helen . Nay , that shall not ferve your turn ; that shall it not , in truth , la . Nay , I care not for fuch words ...
... Sweet queen , fweet queen ; that's a fweet queen , i'faith . Par . And to make a fweet lady fad , is a four offence . Helen . Nay , that shall not ferve your turn ; that shall it not , in truth , la . Nay , I care not for fuch words ...
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... sweet queen ? Par . What exploit's in hand ? where fups he to - night ? Helen . Nay , but my lord , Pan . What fays my fweet queen ? You must not know where he fups . Helen . I'll lay my life , ' with my deposer Creffida . Pan . No , no ...
... sweet queen ? Par . What exploit's in hand ? where fups he to - night ? Helen . Nay , but my lord , Pan . What fays my fweet queen ? You must not know where he fups . Helen . I'll lay my life , ' with my deposer Creffida . Pan . No , no ...
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Page 317 - 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 621 - O gentle sleep, Nature's soft nurse, how have I frighted thee, That thou no more wilt weigh my eyelids down, And steep my senses in forgetfulness...
Page 622 - With deafning clamours in the slippery clouds, That, with the hurly," death itself awakes ? Can'st thou, O partial sleep ! give thy repose To the wet sea-boy in an hour so rude ; And in the calmest and most stillest night, With all appliances and means to boot, Deny it to a king? Then, happy low, lie down ! Uneasy lies the head that wears a crown.
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.
Page 359 - This England never did, (nor never shall,) Lie at the proud foot of a conqueror, But when it first did help to wound itself. Now these her princes are come home again, Come the three corners of the world in arms, And we shall shock them : Nought shall make us rue, If England to itself do rest but true.
Page 554 - 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 554 - 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 624 - There is a history in all men's lives, Figuring the nature of the times deceased ; The which observed, a man may prophesy, With a near aim, of the main chance of things As yet not come to life, which in their seeds And weak beginnings lie intreasured.
Page 73 - 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...