The Plays of William Shakespeare : Accurately Printed from the Text of the Corrected Copy Left by the Late George Steevens: With a Series of Engravings, from Original Designs of Henry Fuseli, and a Selection of Explanatory and Historical Notes, from the Most Eminent Commentators; a History of the Stage, a Life of Shakespeare, &c. by Alexander Chalmers, Volumul 7F.C. and J. Rivington, 1805 |
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Pagina 301
... Achilles shall have word of this intent ; So shall each lord of Greece , from tent to tent : Yourself shall feast with us before you go , And find the welcome of a noble foe . [ Exeunt all but ULYSSES and NEstor . Ulyss . Nestor ...
... Achilles shall have word of this intent ; So shall each lord of Greece , from tent to tent : Yourself shall feast with us before you go , And find the welcome of a noble foe . [ Exeunt all but ULYSSES and NEstor . Ulyss . Nestor ...
Pagina 302
... Achilles meet not Hector . Let us , like merchants , show our foulest wares , And think , perchance , they'll sell ; if not , The lustre of the better shall exceed , By showing the worse first . Do not consent , That ever Hector and ...
... Achilles meet not Hector . Let us , like merchants , show our foulest wares , And think , perchance , they'll sell ; if not , The lustre of the better shall exceed , By showing the worse first . Do not consent , That ever Hector and ...
Pagina 303
... Achilles shares from Hector , Were he not proud , we all should share with him : But he already is too insolent ; And we were better parch in Africk sun , Than in the pride and salt scorn of his eyes , Should he ' scape Hector fair : If ...
... Achilles shares from Hector , Were he not proud , we all should share with him : But he already is too insolent ; And we were better parch in Africk sun , Than in the pride and salt scorn of his eyes , Should he ' scape Hector fair : If ...
Pagina 305
... Achilles ; and thou art as full of envy at his great- ness , as Cerberus is at Proserpina's beauty , ay , that thou barkest at him . Ajax . Mistress Thersites ! Ther . Thou shouldest strike him . Ajax . Cobloaf ! * Ther . He would pun ...
... Achilles ; and thou art as full of envy at his great- ness , as Cerberus is at Proserpina's beauty , ay , that thou barkest at him . Ajax . Mistress Thersites ! Ther . Thou shouldest strike him . Ajax . Cobloaf ! * Ther . He would pun ...
Pagina 306
... ACHILLES and PATROCLUS . Achil . Why , how now , Ajax ? wherefore do you thus ? How now , Thersites ? what's the matter , man ? Ther . You see him there , do you ? Achil . Ay ; what's the matter ? Ther . Nay , look upon him . Achil . So ...
... ACHILLES and PATROCLUS . Achil . Why , how now , Ajax ? wherefore do you thus ? How now , Thersites ? what's the matter , man ? Ther . You see him there , do you ? Achil . Ay ; what's the matter ? Ther . Nay , look upon him . Achil . So ...
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Achilles Æneas Agam Agamemnon Ajax Anne Antenor blood brother Buck Buckingham Calchas cardinal Cate Catesby Cham Clar Clarence cousin Cres Cressida Crom curse dear death Deiphobus Diomed Dorset doth Duch duke Edward Eliz Enter Exeunt Exit eyes fair Farewell fear fight fool friends Gent gentle give Gloster grace Grecian Greeks Hast hath hear heart heaven Hect Hector Helen holy honour i'the JOHNSON Kath King RICHARD king's kiss lady live look lord Lord Chamberlain lord Hastings Lovell madam means Menelaus Murd Nest Nestor never noble o'the Pandarus Patr Patroclus peace pray Priam prince queen Rich Richmond SCENE Shakspeare Sir Thomas Lovell soul speak Stan sweet sword tell tent thee Ther there's Thersites thou art to-morrow Troilus Troilus and Cressida Trojan Troy trumpet truth Ulyss uncle unto word York
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Pagina 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 ; — Why, I, in this weak piping time of peace, Have no delight to pass away the time, Unless to spy my shadow in the sun, And descant on mine own deformity : And therefore — since I cannot prove a lover, To entertain these fair well-spoken days...
Pagina 33 - All scatter'd in the bottom of the sea ; Some lay in dead men's skulls ; and in those holes Where eyes did once inhabit, there were crept (As 'twere in scorn of eyes, ) reflecting gems, That woo'd the slimy bottom of the deep, And mock'd the dead bones that lay scatter'd by.
Pagina 224 - 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...
Pagina 32 - 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 ! Brak.
Pagina 231 - 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 34 - With that, methought, a legion of foul fiends Environ'd me, and howled in mine ears Such hideous cries, that, with the very noise, I trembling wak'd, and, for a season after, Could not believe but that I was in hell, — Such terrible impression made my dream.
Pagina 341 - 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...
Pagina 4 - But I— that am not shap'd for sportive tricks, Nor made to court an amorous looking-glass— I— that am rudely stamp'd, and want love's majesty To strut before a wanton ambling nymph— 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...
Pagina 223 - O, my lord, Must I then leave you ? must i needs forego So good, so noble, and so true a master ? Bear witness, all that have not hearts of iron, With what a sorrow Cromwell leaves his lord. — The king shall have my service ; but my prayers For ever, and for ever, shall be yours.
Pagina 220 - 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.