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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... thou art too cunning : At whofe request do these men play ? Serv . That's to't , indeed , fir : Marry , fir , at the re- queft of Paris my lord , who is there in perfon ; with him , the mortal Venus , the heart - blood of beauty ...
... thou art too cunning : At whofe request do these men play ? Serv . That's to't , indeed , fir : Marry , fir , at the re- queft of Paris my lord , who is there in perfon ; with him , the mortal Venus , the heart - blood of beauty ...
Page 85
... fecrets of nature ] -the moft fecret things in nature . - the fecrets of neighbour Pandar . — Pandar himself hath not a better knack at keep- ing fecrets , G 3 thou thou art chang'd for Antenor : thou must to thy TROILUS AND CRESSIDA . 85.
... fecrets of nature ] -the moft fecret things in nature . - the fecrets of neighbour Pandar . — Pandar himself hath not a better knack at keep- ing fecrets , G 3 thou thou art chang'd for Antenor : thou must to thy TROILUS AND CRESSIDA . 85.
Page 86
... thou art chang'd for Antenor : thou must to thy father , and be gone from Troilus ; ' twill be his death ; ' twill be his bane ; he cannot bear it . Cre . O you immortal gods ! —I will not go . Pan . Thou must . › Cre . I will not ...
... thou art chang'd for Antenor : thou must to thy father , and be gone from Troilus ; ' twill be his death ; ' twill be his bane ; he cannot bear it . Cre . O you immortal gods ! —I will not go . Pan . Thou must . › Cre . I will not ...
Page 97
... thou sleep'ft , awake thee ! Aga . His blows are well difpos'd : -there , Ajax ! Dio . You must no more . Ene . Princes , enough , so please you . [ Trumpets ceafe . Ajax . I am not warm yet , let us ... Thou art TROILUS AND CRESSIDA . 97.
... thou sleep'ft , awake thee ! Aga . His blows are well difpos'd : -there , Ajax ! Dio . You must no more . Ene . Princes , enough , so please you . [ Trumpets ceafe . Ajax . I am not warm yet , let us ... Thou art TROILUS AND CRESSIDA . 97.
Page 98
... Thou art too gentle , and too free a man : I came to kill thee , coufin , and bear hence A great addition earned in thy death . Heft . Not Neoptolemus ' fire fo mirable ( On whofe bright crest Fame with her loud'ft O yes Cries , This is ...
... Thou art too gentle , and too free a man : I came to kill thee , coufin , and bear hence A great addition earned in thy death . Heft . Not Neoptolemus ' fire fo mirable ( On whofe bright crest Fame with her loud'ft O yes Cries , This is ...
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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.