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 281
... Hector's a gallant man . Alex . As may be in the world , lady . Pan . What's that ? what's that ? Cres . Good morrow ... Hector armed , and gone , ere ye came to Ilium ? Helen was not up , was she ? Cres . Hector was gone ; but Helen was ...
... Hector's a gallant man . Alex . As may be in the world , lady . Pan . What's that ? what's that ? Cres . Good morrow ... Hector armed , and gone , ere ye came to Ilium ? Helen was not up , was she ? Cres . Hector was gone ; but Helen was ...
Pagina 282
... Hector . Pan . Himself ? no , he's not himself .- ' Would ' a were himself ! Well , the gods are above ; Time must friend , or end : Well , Troilus , well , -I would , my heart were in her body ! -No , Hector is not a better man than ...
... Hector . Pan . Himself ? no , he's not himself .- ' Would ' a were himself ! Well , the gods are above ; Time must friend , or end : Well , Troilus , well , -I would , my heart were in her body ! -No , Hector is not a better man than ...
Pagina 283
... Hector . Cres . Is he so young a man , and so old a lifter ? Pan . But , to prove to you that Helen loves him ; -she came , and puts me her white hand to his cloven chin , - Cres . Juno have mercy ! -How came it cloven ? Pan . Why , you ...
... Hector . Cres . Is he so young a man , and so old a lifter ? Pan . But , to prove to you that Helen loves him ; -she came , and puts me her white hand to his cloven chin , - Cres . Juno have mercy ! -How came it cloven ? Pan . Why , you ...
Pagina 284
... Hector laughed . Cres . At what was all this laughing ? Pan . Marry , at the white hair that Helen spied on Troilus ' chin . Cres . An't had been a green hair , I should have laughed too . Pan . They laughed not so much at the hair , as ...
... Hector laughed . Cres . At what was all this laughing ? Pan . Marry , at the white hair that Helen spied on Troilus ' chin . Cres . An't had been a green hair , I should have laughed too . Pan . They laughed not so much at the hair , as ...
Pagina 285
... Will he give you the nod ? Pan . You shall see . Cres . If he do , the rich shall have more.❜ the rich shall have more . ] The allusion is to the word HECTOR passes over . Pan . That's Hector , that TROILUS AND CRESSIDA . 285.
... Will he give you the nod ? Pan . You shall see . Cres . If he do , the rich shall have more.❜ the rich shall have more . ] The allusion is to the word HECTOR passes over . Pan . That's Hector , that TROILUS AND CRESSIDA . 285.
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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.