The Plays of William Shakspeare, Bind 6F. C. and J. Rivington, 1823 |
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Side 108
... Helen , wife to Menelaus . Andromache , wife to Hector . Cassandra , daughter to Priam ; a prophetess . Cressida , daughter to Calchas . Trojan and Greek Soldiers , and Attendants . Scene , Troy , and the Grecian Camp before it ...
... Helen , wife to Menelaus . Andromache , wife to Hector . Cassandra , daughter to Priam ; a prophetess . Cressida , daughter to Calchas . Trojan and Greek Soldiers , and Attendants . Scene , Troy , and the Grecian Camp before it ...
Side 109
... Helen , Menelaus ' queen , With wanton Paris sleeps ; And that's the quarrel . To Tenedos they come ; And the deep - drawing barks do there disgorge Their warlike fraughtage : 2 Now on Dardan plains The fresh and yet unbruised Greeks do ...
... Helen , Menelaus ' queen , With wanton Paris sleeps ; And that's the quarrel . To Tenedos they come ; And the deep - drawing barks do there disgorge Their warlike fraughtage : 2 Now on Dardan plains The fresh and yet unbruised Greeks do ...
Side 112
... Helen's , ( well , go to , ) there were no more compari- son between the women , -But , for my part , she is my kinswoman ; I would not , as they term it , praise her , But I would somebody had heard her talk yesterday , as I did . I ...
... Helen's , ( well , go to , ) there were no more compari- son between the women , -But , for my part , she is my kinswoman ; I would not , as they term it , praise her , But I would somebody had heard her talk yesterday , as I did . I ...
Side 113
... Helen : an she were not kin to me , she would be as fair on Friday , as Helen is on Sun- day . But what care I ? I care not , an she were a black - a - moor ; ' tis all one to me . Tro . Say I , she is not fair ? Pan . I do not care ...
... Helen : an she were not kin to me , she would be as fair on Friday , as Helen is on Sun- day . But what care I ? I care not , an she were a black - a - moor ; ' tis all one to me . Tro . Say I , she is not fair ? Pan . I do not care ...
Side 114
William Shakespeare. Fools on both sides ! Helen must needs be fair , When with your blood you daily paint her thus . I cannot fight upon this argument ; It is too starv'd a subject for my sword ... Helen . Cres . 114 Act 1 . TROILUS AND.
William Shakespeare. Fools on both sides ! Helen must needs be fair , When with your blood you daily paint her thus . I cannot fight upon this argument ; It is too starv'd a subject for my sword ... Helen . Cres . 114 Act 1 . TROILUS AND.
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Achilles Agam Agamemnon Ajax Alcib Alcibiades Antenor Antium Apem Apemantus Athens Aufidius bear beseech blood Calchas cardinal Cham Cominius Coriolanus Cres Cressid Crom Diomed dost doth duke Enter Exeunt Exit eyes fair Farewell fear fellow Flav fool fortune friends Gent give gods grace Grecian Greeks hate hath hear heart heaven Hect Hector Helen honour i'the Kath king king's lady Lart look Lord Chamberlain lord Timon madam Marcius Menelaus Menenius ne'er Nestor never noble o'the Pandarus Patr Patroclus peace Pr'ythee pray Priam prince queen Re-enter Rome SCENE Senators Serv Servant Sir Thomas Lovell soul speak stand Suff sweet sword tell thank thee Ther there's Thersites thine thing thou art thou hast to't tongue Troilus Trojan Troy true trumpet truth Ulyss voices Volces Volscian What's words worthy
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Side 73 - Like little wanton boys that swim on bladders, This many summers in a sea of glory; But far beyond my depth : my high-blown pride At length broke under me ; and now has left me, Weary, and old with service, to the mercy Of a rude stream, that must for ever hide me. Vain pomp, and glory of this world, I hate yej I feel my heart new open'd : O, how wretched Is that poor man, that hangs on princes
Side 75 - 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, 0 Cromwell, Thou fall'st a blessed martyr!
Side 105 - In her days every man shall eat in safety Under his own vine what he plants, and sing The merry songs of peace to all his neighbours.
Side 75 - Let's dry our eyes: and thus far hear me, Cromwell; And, when I am forgotten, as I shall be, And sleep in dull cold marble, where no mention Of me more must be heard of, say, I taught thee; Say, Wolsey, that once trod the ways of glory, And sounded all the depths and shoals of honour, Found thee a way, out of his wreck, to rise in; A sure and safe one, though thy master miss'd it.
Side 68 - The letter, as I live, with all the business I writ to his holiness. 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 128 - 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...
Side 75 - Cromwell, I did not think to shed a tear In all my miseries ; but thou hast forc'd me, Out of thy honest truth, to play the woman. Let's dry our eyes : and thus far hear me, Cromwell ; And — when I am forgotten, as I shall be, And sleep in dull cold marble, where no mention Of me more must be heard of — say, I taught thee, Say, Wolsey — that once trod the ways of glory, And sounded all the depths and shoals of...
Side 76 - tis the king's: my robe, And my integrity to heaven, is all I dare now call mine own. O Cromwell, Cromwell, Had I but serv'd my God with half the zeal I serv'd my king, he would not in mine age Have left me naked to mine enemies.
Side 72 - 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 171 - 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...