The Dramatic Works of William Shakespeare, in Ten Volumes: Troilus and Cressida. Cymbeline. King Lear. Romeo and JulietCollins & Hannay, 1823 |
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... gone between and between , but small thanks for my labour . Tro . What , art thou angry , Pandarus ? what , with me ? Pan . Because she is kin to me , therefore , she's not so fair as Helen : an she were not kin to me , she would [ 3 ] ...
... gone between and between , but small thanks for my labour . Tro . What , art thou angry , Pandarus ? what , with me ? Pan . Because she is kin to me , therefore , she's not so fair as Helen : an she were not kin to me , she would [ 3 ] ...
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... gone , ere ye came to Ilium ? Helen was not up , was she ? Cres . Hector was gone ; but Helen was not up . Pan . E'en so ; Hector was stirring early . Cres . That were we talking of , and of his anger . Pan . Was he angry ? Cres . So he ...
... gone , ere ye came to Ilium ? Helen was not up , was she ? Cres . Hector was gone ; but Helen was not up . Pan . E'en so ; Hector was stirring early . Cres . That were we talking of , and of his anger . Pan . Was he angry ? Cres . So he ...
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... gone bare - foot to India . Cres . He is not Hector . Pan . Himself ? no , he's not himself .- ' Would ' a were himself ! Well , the gods are above ; Time must friend , or end : Well , Troilus , well , I would , my heart were in her ...
... gone bare - foot to India . Cres . He is not Hector . Pan . Himself ? no , he's not himself .- ' Would ' a were himself ! Well , the gods are above ; Time must friend , or end : Well , Troilus , well , I would , my heart were in her ...
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... gone ; crows and daws , crows and daws ! I had rather be such a man as Troilus , than Agamemnon and all Greece . Cres . There is among the Greeks , Achilles ; a better man than Troilus . Pan . Achilles ? a drayman , a porter , a very ...
... gone ; crows and daws , crows and daws ! I had rather be such a man as Troilus , than Agamemnon and all Greece . Cres . There is among the Greeks , Achilles ; a better man than Troilus . Pan . Achilles ? a drayman , a porter , a very ...
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... gone before , Whereof we have record , trial did draw Bias and thwart , not answering the aim , And that unbodied figure of the thought That gave't surmised shape . Why then , you princes , Do you with cheeks abash'd behold our works ...
... gone before , Whereof we have record , trial did draw Bias and thwart , not answering the aim , And that unbodied figure of the thought That gave't surmised shape . Why then , you princes , Do you with cheeks abash'd behold our works ...
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Achilles Agamemnon Ajax Antenor art thou BENVOLIO better blood brother Calchas CAPULET Cloten Cordelia Corn Cres Cressid Cymbeline daughter dead dear death Diomed dost doth Edmund Enter Exeunt Exit eyes fair father fear fool friar Gent give Gloster gods Grecian GUIDERIUS hath hear heart heaven Hect Hector Helen honour i'the Iach IACHIMO Imogen JOHNSON Juliet Kent king lady Lear look lord madam MALONE Menelaus Mercutio mistress night noble Nurse o'the Pandarus Paris Patr Patroclus Pisanio poor Post Posthumus Pr'ythee pray Priam prince queen Romeo SCENE Shakespeare speak stand STEEVENS sweet sword tell thee Ther there's Thersites thine thing thou art thou hast Troilus Trojan Troy Tybalt Ulyss villain WARBURTON What's wilt word
Beliebte Passagen
Seite 172 - FEAR no more the heat o' the sun, Nor the furious winter's rages: Thou thy worldly task hast done, Home art gone, and ta'en thy wages: Golden lads and girls all must, As chimney-sweepers, come to dust. Fear no more the frown o' the great: Thou art past the tyrant's stroke.
Seite 326 - O, then, I see Queen Mab hath been with you. She is the fairies' midwife, and she comes In shape no bigger than an agate-stone On the fore-finger of an alderman, Drawn with a team of little atomies Athwart men's noses as they lie asleep ; Her waggon-spokes made of long spinners...
Seite 334 - But, soft! what light through yonder window breaks! It is the east, and Juliet is the sun ! — Arise, fair sun, and kill the envious moon, Who is already sick and pale with grief, That thou her maid art far more fair than she...
Seite 21 - The heavens themselves, the planets and this centre, Observe degree, priority, and place, Insisture, course, proportion, season, form, Office, and custom, in all line of order : And therefore is the glorious planet, Sol, In noble eminence enthron'd and spher'd 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...
Seite 252 - 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. — But, for true need, — You heavens, give me that patience, patience I need ! 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...
Seite 170 - With fairest flowers, Whilst summer lasts, and I live here, Fidele, I'll sweeten thy sad grave : thou shalt not lack The flower that's like thy face, pale primrose ; nor The azur'd harebell, like thy veins ; no, nor The leaf of eglantine, whom not to slander, Out-sweeten'd not thy breath...
Seite 282 - Come on, sir; here's the place: stand still. How fearful And dizzy 'tis, to cast one's eyes so low! The crows and choughs that wing the midway air Show scarce so gross as beetles: halfway down Hangs one that gathers samphire, dreadful trade! Methinks he seems no bigger than his head: The fishermen, that walk upon the beach, Appear like mice; and yond...
Seite 212 - For, by the sacred radiance of the sun ; The mysteries of Hecate, and the night ; By all the operations 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.
Seite 253 - ... hearts Against their father, fool me not so much To bear it tamely : touch me with noble anger ! And let not women's weapons, water-drops, Stain my man's cheeks !— No, you unnatural hags, I will have such revenges on you both, That all the world shall — I will do such things — What they are yet I know not ; but they shall be The terrors of the earth. You think I'll weep ; No, I'll not weep : — • I have full cause of weeping ; but this heart Shall break into a hundred thousand flaws,...
Seite 337 - And yet I wish but for the thing I have: My bounty is as boundless as the sea, My love as deep ; the more I give to thee, The more I have, for both are infinite.