Dramatic Works of ShakespeareWilliam Paterson, 1883 |
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... better for her : and she be not , she ha's the mends in her owne hands . Troy . Good Pandarus : How now Pandarus ? Pan . I have had my Labour for my travell , ill thought on of her , and ill thought on of you ; Gone betweene and ...
... better for her : and she be not , she ha's the mends in her owne hands . Troy . Good Pandarus : How now Pandarus ? Pan . I have had my Labour for my travell , ill thought on of her , and ill thought on of you ; Gone betweene and ...
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... Better at home , if would I might were may : But to the sport abroad , are you bound thither ? Ene . In all swift hast . Alarum . Troy . Come goe wee then togither . Exeunt . Enter Cressid and her man . Cre . Who were those went by ...
... Better at home , if would I might were may : But to the sport abroad , are you bound thither ? Ene . In all swift hast . Alarum . Troy . Come goe wee then togither . Exeunt . Enter Cressid and her man . Cre . Who were those went by ...
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... better man of the two . Cre . Oh Jupiter ; there's no comparison . Pan . What not betweene Troylus and Hector ? do you know a man if you see him ? Cre . I , if I ever saw him before and knew him . Pan . Well I say Troylus is Troylus ...
... better man of the two . Cre . Oh Jupiter ; there's no comparison . Pan . What not betweene Troylus and Hector ? do you know a man if you see him ? Cre . I , if I ever saw him before and knew him . Pan . Well I say Troylus is Troylus ...
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... better man then Troylus . Cre . Excuse me . Pan . He is elder . Cre . Pardon me , pardon me . Pan . Th'others not come too't , you shall tell me another tale when th'others come too't : Hector shall not have his will this yeare . Cre ...
... better man then Troylus . Cre . Excuse me . Pan . He is elder . Cre . Pardon me , pardon me . Pan . Th'others not come too't , you shall tell me another tale when th'others come too't : Hector shall not have his will this yeare . Cre ...
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... better then any man in all Phrigia . Cre . Oh he smiles valiantly . Pan . Dooes hee not ? Cre . Oh yes , and ' twere a clow'd in Autumne . Pan . Why go to then , but to prove to you that Hellen loves Troylus . Cre . Troylus wil stand to ...
... better then any man in all Phrigia . Cre . Oh he smiles valiantly . Pan . Dooes hee not ? Cre . Oh yes , and ' twere a clow'd in Autumne . Pan . Why go to then , but to prove to you that Hellen loves Troylus . Cre . Troylus wil stand to ...
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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