The New Grant White Shakespeare: Henry VIII ; Troilus and CressidaLittle, Brown,, 1912 |
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Pagina 166
... Troy , ( a translation from the Norman French of Raoul le Fevre , ) Lydgate's Historye , Sege and dystruccion of Troye , and Chapman's translation of Homer , a portion of which was pub- lished in 1598 , a few years before the production ...
... Troy , ( a translation from the Norman French of Raoul le Fevre , ) Lydgate's Historye , Sege and dystruccion of Troye , and Chapman's translation of Homer , a portion of which was pub- lished in 1598 , a few years before the production ...
Pagina 170
... them rather then beene prayd . And fo I leaue all fuch to bee prayd for ( for the ftates of their wits healths ) that will not praife it . Vale . DRAMATIS PERSONÆ PRIAM , King of Troy . HECTOR , 170 Troilus and Cressida.
... them rather then beene prayd . And fo I leaue all fuch to bee prayd for ( for the ftates of their wits healths ) that will not praife it . Vale . DRAMATIS PERSONÆ PRIAM , King of Troy . HECTOR , 170 Troilus and Cressida.
Pagina 173
... Troy , within whose strong immures The ravish'd 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 : now on ...
... Troy , within whose strong immures The ravish'd 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 : now on ...
Pagina 172
William Shakespeare Richard Grant White. DRAMATIS PERSONÆ PRIAM , King of Troy . HECTOR , TROILUS , PARIS , his Sons . DEIPHOBUS , HELENUS , MARGARELON , a Bastard Son of Priam . ENEAS , ANTENOR , Trojan Leaders ... Troy , there lies the.
William Shakespeare Richard Grant White. DRAMATIS PERSONÆ PRIAM , King of Troy . HECTOR , TROILUS , PARIS , his Sons . DEIPHOBUS , HELENUS , MARGARELON , a Bastard Son of Priam . ENEAS , ANTENOR , Trojan Leaders ... Troy , there lies the.
Pagina 173
... Troy , within whose strong immures The ravish'd 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 : now on ...
... Troy , within whose strong immures The ravish'd 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 : now on ...
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Achilles Æneas Agam Agamemnon Ajax apostrophe Buckingham Calchas Cambridge follows Cardinal Cham comma Cranmer Cres Cressida Crom Cromwell Deighton Deiphobus Diomed doth Duke editors Enter Exeunt Exit eyes fair fear folio misprints folio reading folio spells folios print followed by Cambridge fool fourth folio full stop Gent give Grace Grecian Greeks hath heart Heaven Hect Hector Helen Henry VIII Holinshed honour hyphen Kath Katharine King King's lady later folios Lord Chamberlain mark Menelaus Nest Nestor noble old copies print omitted Pandarus Paris Patr Patroclus play Pope's reading Pr'ythee pray Priam Prince quarto and Cambridge quarto reading Queen SCENE Shakespeare Sir Thomas Sir THOMAS LOVELL soul speak sweet tell thee Theobald's Ther there's Thersites third folio thou three folios Troilus Troilus and Cressida Trojan Troy trumpet Ulyss White's text Wolsey words
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Pagina 104 - 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.
Pagina 192 - 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.
Pagina 246 - 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.
Pagina 191 - But, when the planets, In evil mixture, to disorder wander, What plagues, and what portents? what mutiny? What raging of the sea? shaking of earth? Commotion in the winds? frights, changes, horrors, Divert and crapk, rend and deracinate The unity and married calm of states Quite from their fixure?
Pagina 100 - 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.
Pagina 103 - I have told him What, and how true thou art: he will advance thee; Some little memory of me will stir him, (I know his noble nature,) not to let Thy hopeful service perish too: Good Cromwell, Neglect him not; make use now, and provide For thine own future safety.
Pagina 247 - 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.
Pagina 100 - I have ventured, 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 forever hide me. Vain pomp and glory of this world, I hate ye: I feel my heart new opened. O, how wretched Is that poor man that hangs on princes
Pagina 112 - 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...
Pagina 245 - I do not strain at the position, It is familiar; but at the author's drift: Who, in his circumstance," expressly proves — 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...