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... Ulis . Achillis hath inveigled his Foole from him . Nes . Who , Thersites ? Ulis . He . Nes . Then will Ajax lacke matter , if he have lost his Argument . Ulis . No , you see he is his argument that has his argument Achilles . Nes . All ...
... Ulis . Achillis hath inveigled his Foole from him . Nes . Who , Thersites ? Ulis . He . Nes . Then will Ajax lacke matter , if he have lost his Argument . Ulis . No , you see he is his argument that has his argument Achilles . Nes . All ...
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William Shakespeare. Ulis . The Elephant hath joynts , but none for curtesie : His legge are legs for necessitie , not for flight . Patro . Achilles bids me say he is much sorry : If any thing more then your sport and pleasure , Did move ...
William Shakespeare. Ulis . The Elephant hath joynts , but none for curtesie : His legge are legs for necessitie , not for flight . Patro . Achilles bids me say he is much sorry : If any thing more then your sport and pleasure , Did move ...
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... Ulis . Achilles will not to the field to morrow . Ag . What's his excuse ? He doth relye on none , Ulis . But carries on the streame of his dispose , Without observance or respect of any , In will peculiar , and in selfe admission . Aga ...
... Ulis . Achilles will not to the field to morrow . Ag . What's his excuse ? He doth relye on none , Ulis . But carries on the streame of his dispose , Without observance or respect of any , In will peculiar , and in selfe admission . Aga ...
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... Ulis . O Agamemnon , let it not be so . Weele consecrate the steps that Ajax makes , When they goe from Achilles ; shall the proud Lord , That bastes his arrogance with his owne seame , And never suffers matter of the world , Enter his ...
... Ulis . O Agamemnon , let it not be so . Weele consecrate the steps that Ajax makes , When they goe from Achilles ; shall the proud Lord , That bastes his arrogance with his owne seame , And never suffers matter of the world , Enter his ...
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... Ulis . The Raven chides blacknesse . Aja . Ile let his humours bloud . Ag . He will be the Physitian that should be the patient . Aja . And all men were a my minde . Ulis . Wit would be out of fashion . Aja . A should not beare it so ...
... Ulis . The Raven chides blacknesse . Aja . Ile let his humours bloud . Ag . He will be the Physitian that should be the patient . Aja . And all men were a my minde . Ulis . Wit would be out of fashion . Aja . A should not beare it so ...
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Page 328 - and yet all different. O mickle is the powerfull grace that lies In Plants, Hearbs, stones, and their true qualities : For nought so vile, that on the earth doth live, But to the earth some special! good doth give. Nor ought so good, but strain'd from that faire use, Revolts from true birth, stumbling on abuse. Vertue
Page 383 - my Wife, Death that hath suckt the honey of thy breath, Hath had no power yet upon thy Beautie : Thou art not conquer'd : Beauties ensigne yet Is Crymson in thy lips, and in thy cheekes, And Deaths pale flag is not advanced there. Tybalt, ly'st thou there in thy bloudy sheet
Page 19 - the Shores, And make a soppe of all this solid Globe : Strength should be Lord of imbecility, And the rude Sonne should strike his Father dead : Force should be right, or rather, right and wrong, (Betweene whose endlesse Jarre, Justice recides) Should loose her names, and so should Justice too.
Page 323 - What man art thou, that thus bescreen'd in night So stumblest on my counsell ? Rom. By a name, I know not how to tell thee who I am : My name deare Saint, is hatefull to my selfe, Because it is an Enemy to thee, Had I it written, I would teare the word.
Page 339 - the exchange of joy That one short minute gives me in her sight : Do thou but close our hands with holy words, Then Love-devouring death do what he dare, It is inough, I may but call her mine. Fri. These violent delights have violent endes, And in their triumph : die like
Page 324 - Jul. How cam'st thou hither. Tell me, and wherefore ? The Orchard walls are high, and hard to climbe, And the place death, considering who thou art, If any of my kinsmen find thee here. Rom. With Loves light wings Did I ore-perch these Walls, For stony limits cannot hold
Page 324 - What I have spoke, but farewell Complement, Doest thou Love ? I know thou wilt say I, And I will take thy word, yet if thou swear'st, Thou maiest prove false : at Lovers perjuries They say Jove laught, oh gentle Romeo, If thou dost Love, pronounce it faithfully : Or if thou thinkest I am too quickly wonne,
Page 204 - now, I have forgot my part, And I am out, even to a full Disgrace. Best of my Flesh, Forgive my Tyranny : but do not say, For that forgive our Romanes. Oa kisse Long as my Exile, sweet as my Revenge ! Now by the jealous Queene of Heaven, that kisse
Page 311 - Summer hath not such a flower. Nurse. Nay hee's a flower, infaith a very flower. Old La. What say you, can you love the Gentleman ? This night you shall behold him at our Feast, Read ore the volume of young Paris face, And find delight, writ there with Beauties pen : Examine
Page 338 - Nur. Your Love saies like an honest Gentleman, And a courteous, and a kind, and a handsome, And I warrant a vertuous : where is your Mother ? Jul. Where is my Mother ? Why she is within, where should she be ? How odly thou repli'st : Your Love saies like an honest Gentleman : Where is your Mother