The Plays of William Shakespeare, Volum 6T. Bensley, 1804 |
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Side 5
... dost not speak so much . Pan . ' Faith , I'll not meddle in't . Let her be as she is : if she be fair , ' tis the better for her ; an she be not , she has the mends in her own hands . Tro . Good Pandarus ! How now , Pandarus ? Pan . I ...
... dost not speak so much . Pan . ' Faith , I'll not meddle in't . Let her be as she is : if she be fair , ' tis the better for her ; an she be not , she has the mends in her own hands . Tro . Good Pandarus ! How now , Pandarus ? Pan . I ...
Side 33
... - stool , learn me the proclamation . Ther . Dost thou think I have no sense , thou strik'st me thus ? Ajar . The proclamation , -- D Ther . Thou art proclaim'd a fool , I think TROILUS AND CRESSIDA . 33 . ACT II. SCENE I. ...
... - stool , learn me the proclamation . Ther . Dost thou think I have no sense , thou strik'st me thus ? Ajar . The proclamation , -- D Ther . Thou art proclaim'd a fool , I think TROILUS AND CRESSIDA . 33 . ACT II. SCENE I. ...
Side 94
... dost not use me courteously , To shame the zeal of my petition to thee , In praising her : I tell thee , lord of Greece , She is as far high - soaring o'er thy praises , As thou unworthy to be call'd her servant . I charge thee , use ...
... dost not use me courteously , To shame the zeal of my petition to thee , In praising her : I tell thee , lord of Greece , She is as far high - soaring o'er thy praises , As thou unworthy to be call'd her servant . I charge thee , use ...
Side 104
... limb by limb . Hect . O , like a book of sport thou'lt read me o'er ; But there's more in me , than thou understand'st . Why dost thou so oppress me with thine eye ? Achil . Tell me , you heavens , in which 104 TROILUS AND CRESSIDA .
... limb by limb . Hect . O , like a book of sport thou'lt read me o'er ; But there's more in me , than thou understand'st . Why dost thou so oppress me with thine eye ? Achil . Tell me , you heavens , in which 104 TROILUS AND CRESSIDA .
Side 105
... with him . Hect . I pray you , let us see you in the field ; We have had pelting wars , since you refus'd The Grecians ' cause . Achil . Dost thou entreat me , Hector ? To - morrow , do I meet thee , fell TROILUS AND CRESSIDA . 105.
... with him . Hect . I pray you , let us see you in the field ; We have had pelting wars , since you refus'd The Grecians ' cause . Achil . Dost thou entreat me , Hector ? To - morrow , do I meet thee , fell TROILUS AND CRESSIDA . 105.
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Side 87 - 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.
Side 65 - That slightly shakes his parting guest by the hand, And with his arms outstretch'd, as he would fly, Grasps-in the comer : welcome ever smiles, And farewell goes out sighing. O, let not virtue seek Remuneration for the thing it was ; For beauty, wit, High birth, vigour of bone, desert in service, Love, friendship, charity, are subjects all To envious and calumniating time. One touch of nature makes the whole world kin, That all with one consent praise new-born gawds, Though they are made and moulded...
Side 94 - O, father abbot, An old man, broken with the storms of state, Is come to lay his weary bones among ye ; Give him a little earth for charity...
Side 85 - 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.
Side 12 - Take but degree away, untune that string, And, hark, what discord follows ! each thing meets In mere oppugnancy : the bounded waters Should lift their bosoms higher than the shores, And make a sop of all this solid globe : Strength should be lord of imbecility, And the rude son should strike his father dead : Force should be right ; or rather, right and wrong, Between whose endless jar justice resides, Should lose their names, and so should justice too. Then...
Side 82 - O, how wretched Is that poor man that hangs on princes' favours ! There is, betwixt that smile we would aspire to, That sweet aspect of princes, and their ruin, More pangs and fears than wars or women have ; And when he falls, he falls like Lucifer, Never to hope again.
Side 82 - 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.
Side 76 - Nay then, farewell ! I have touch'd the highest point of all my greatness ; And, from that full meridian of my glory, I haste now to my setting : I shall fall Like a bright exhalation in the evening, And no man see me more.
Side 11 - 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...
Side 65 - As fast as they are made, forgot as soon As done : perseverance, dear my lord, Keeps honour bright : to have done is to hang Quite out of fashion, like a rusty mail In monumental mockery. Take the instant way ; For honour travels in a strait so narrow Where one but goes abreast : keep then the path ; For emulation hath a thousand sons That one by one pursue : if you give way, Or hedge aside from the direct forthright, Like to an enter'd tide they all rush by And leave you hindmost...