The Plays of William Shakespeare: Accurately Printed from the Text of the Corrected Copy Left by the Late George Steevens, Esq. ; with Glossarial Notes, Volume 7J. Johnson, 1803 |
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... Cressid comes into my thoughts , - So , traitor ! when she comes ! - - thence ? -When is she Pan . Well , she looked yesternight fairer than ever I saw her look , or any woman else . Tro . I was about to tell thee , -When my heart , As ...
... Cressid comes into my thoughts , - So , traitor ! when she comes ! - - thence ? -When is she Pan . Well , she looked yesternight fairer than ever I saw her look , or any woman else . Tro . I was about to tell thee , -When my heart , As ...
Page 280
... Cressid's love : Thou answer'st , She is fair ; Pour'st in the open ulcer of my heart Her eyes , her hair , her cheek , her gait , her voice ; Handlest in thy discourse , O , that her hand , In whose comparison all whites are ink ...
... Cressid's love : Thou answer'st , She is fair ; Pour'st in the open ulcer of my heart Her eyes , her hair , her cheek , her gait , her voice ; Handlest in thy discourse , O , that her hand , In whose comparison all whites are ink ...
Page 281
... Cressid , but by Pandar ; And he's as tetchy to be woo'd to woo , As she is stubborn - chaste against all suit . Tell me , Apollo , for thy Daphne's love , What Cressid is , what Pandar , and what we ? Her bed is India ; there she lies ...
... Cressid , but by Pandar ; And he's as tetchy to be woo'd to woo , As she is stubborn - chaste against all suit . Tell me , Apollo , for thy Daphne's love , What Cressid is , what Pandar , and what we ? Her bed is India ; there she lies ...
Page 284
... Cressid : What do you talk of ? -Good morrow , Alexander . - How do you , cousin ? When were you at Ilium ? Cres . This morning , uncle . Pan . What were you talking of , when I came ? Was Hector armed , and gone , ere ye came to Ilium ...
... Cressid : What do you talk of ? -Good morrow , Alexander . - How do you , cousin ? When were you at Ilium ? Cres . This morning , uncle . Pan . What were you talking of , when I came ? Was Hector armed , and gone , ere ye came to Ilium ...
Page 336
... Cressid ! Pan . Walk here i'the orchard , I'll bring her straight . [ Exit PANDARUS . Tro . I am giddy ; expectation whirls me round . The imaginary relish is so sweet That it enchants my sense ; What will it be , When that the watry ...
... Cressid ! Pan . Walk here i'the orchard , I'll bring her straight . [ Exit PANDARUS . Tro . I am giddy ; expectation whirls me round . The imaginary relish is so sweet That it enchants my sense ; What will it be , When that the watry ...
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Achilles Æneas Agam Agamemnon Ajax Anne Antenor arms bear blood brother Buck Buckingham Calchas cardinal Cate Catesby Cham Clar Clarence cousin Cres Cressid Crom curse death Deiphobus Diomed DIOMEDES Dorset doth Duch duke duke of Norfolk Edward Eliz Enter Exeunt Exit eyes fair Farewell father fear fool friends Gent gentle give Gloster grace Grecian Greeks Hast hath hear heart heaven Hect Hector Helen Helenus holy honour i'the Kath King RICHARD king's lady live look lord Lord Chamberlain lord Hastings LOVELL madam Menelaus Murd Nest Nestor night noble Norfolk o'the Pandarus Patr Patroclus peace Pr'ythee pray Priam prince queen Rich Richmond royal SCENE Sir THOMAS LOVELL sorrow soul speak Stan Stanley sweet sword tell tent thee Ther there's Thersites thou art to-morrow Troilus Trojan Troy trumpet Ulyss uncle unto
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Page 4 - I, that am curtail'd of this fair proportion, Cheated of feature by dissembling Nature, Deform'd, unfinish'd, sent before my time Into this breathing world, scarce half made up, And that so lamely and unfashionable That dogs bark at me as I halt by them...
Page 136 - My conscience hath a thousand several tongues, And every tongue brings in a several tale, And every tale condemns me for a villain. Perjury, perjury, in the high'st degree, Murder, stern murder, in the dir'st degree ; All several sins, all used in each degree, Throng to the bar, crying all, — Guilty ! guilty ! I shall despair.
Page 231 - Love thyself last: cherish those hearts that hate thee; Corruption wins not more than honesty. Still in thy right hand carry gentle peace To silence envious tongues. Be just, and fear not: Let all the ends thou aim'st at be thy country's, Thy God's, and truth's; then if thou fall'st, O Cromwell, Thou fall'st a blessed martyr!
Page 231 - Still in thy right hand carry gentle peace, To silence envious tongues. Be just, and fear not : Let all the ends, thou aim'st at, be thy country's, Thy God's, and truth's ; then if thou fall'st, O Cromwell, Thou fall'st a blessed martyr.
Page 240 - He was a scholar, and a ripe and good one ; Exceeding wise, fair spoken, and persuading : Lofty and sour to them that lov'd him not ; But, to those men that sought him, sweet as summer And though he were unsatisfied in getting, (Which was a sin,) yet in bestowing, madam, He was most princely...
Page 345 - That no man is the lord of any thing, (Though in and of him there be much consisting,) Till he communicate his parts to others : Nor doth he of himself know them for aught Till he behold them form'd in the applause Where they are extended ; which, like an arch, reverberates The voice again ; or like a gate of steel Fronting the sun, receives and renders back His figure and his heat.
Page 369 - Fie, fie upon her! There's language in her eye, her cheek, her lip, Nay, her foot speaks ; her wanton spirits look out At every joint and motive of her body.
Page 231 - Cromwell, I did not think to shed a tear In all my miseries ; but thou hast forced me, Out of thy honest truth, to play the woman. Let's dry our eyes : And thus far hear me, Cromwell...
Page 33 - I have pass'da miserable night, So full of fearful dreams, of ugly sights, That, as I am a christian faithful man, I would not spend another such a night, ' Though 'twere to buy a world of happy days ; So full of dismal terror was the time.
Page 34 - Who pass'd, methought, the melancholy flood, With that grim ferryman which poets write of, Unto the kingdom of perpetual night. The first that there did greet my stranger soul, Was my great father-in-law, renowned Warwick; Who cried aloud, ' What scourge for perjury Can this dark monarchy afford false Clarence...