The Plays of William Shakespeare: Accurately Printed from the Text of the Corrected Copy Left by the Late George Steevens, Esq. ; with Glossarial Notes, Volumen7J. Johnson, 1803 |
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... Ulyss . Agamemnon , - Thou great commander , nerve and bone of Greece , Heart of our numbers , soul and only spirit , In whom the tempers and the minds of all Should be shut up , -hear what Ulysses speaks . Besides the applause and ...
... Ulyss . Agamemnon , - Thou great commander , nerve and bone of Greece , Heart of our numbers , soul and only spirit , In whom the tempers and the minds of all Should be shut up , -hear what Ulysses speaks . Besides the applause and ...
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... Ulysses speak . Agam . Speak , prince of Ithaca ; and be't of less expect3 That matter needless , of importless ... Ulyss . Troy , yet upon his basis , had been down , And the great Hector's sword had lack'd a master , But for these ...
... Ulysses speak . Agam . Speak , prince of Ithaca ; and be't of less expect3 That matter needless , of importless ... Ulyss . Troy , yet upon his basis , had been down , And the great Hector's sword had lack'd a master , But for these ...
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... Ulysses here discover'd The fever whereof all our power3 is sick . Agam . The nature of the sickness found , Ulysses , What is the remedy ? Ulyss . The great Achilles , -whom opinion crowns The sinew and the forehand of our host ...
... Ulysses here discover'd The fever whereof all our power3 is sick . Agam . The nature of the sickness found , Ulysses , What is the remedy ? Ulyss . The great Achilles , -whom opinion crowns The sinew and the forehand of our host ...
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... Ulysses says , opinion crowns With an imperial voice , ) many are infect . Ajax is grown self - will'd ; and bears his ... Ulyss . They tax our policy , and call it cowardice ; Count wisdom as no member of the war ; Forestall prescience ...
... Ulysses says , opinion crowns With an imperial voice , ) many are infect . Ajax is grown self - will'd ; and bears his ... Ulyss . They tax our policy , and call it cowardice ; Count wisdom as no member of the war ; Forestall prescience ...
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... ULYSSES and NESTOR . Ulyss . Nestor , Nest . What says Ulysses ? Ulyss . I have a young conception in my brain , Be you my time to bring it to some shape . Nest . What is't ? Ulyss . This ' tis : Blunt wedges rive hard knots : The ...
... ULYSSES and NESTOR . Ulyss . Nestor , Nest . What says Ulysses ? Ulyss . I have a young conception in my brain , Be you my time to bring it to some shape . Nest . What is't ? Ulyss . This ' tis : Blunt wedges rive hard knots : The ...
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Achilles Æneas Agam Agamemnon Ajax Anne Antenor arms bear blood brother Buck Buckingham Calchas cardinal Cate Catesby Cham Clar Clarence cousin Cres Cressid Crom curse death Deiphobus Diomed DIOMEDES Dorset doth Duch duke duke of Norfolk Edward Eliz Enter Exeunt Exit eyes fair Farewell father fear fool friends Gent gentle give Gloster grace Grecian Greeks Hast hath hear heart heaven Hect Hector Helen Helenus holy honour i'the Kath King RICHARD king's lady live look lord Lord Chamberlain lord Hastings LOVELL madam Menelaus Murd Nest Nestor night noble Norfolk o'the Pandarus Patr Patroclus peace Pr'ythee pray Priam prince queen Rich Richmond royal SCENE Sir THOMAS LOVELL sorrow soul speak Stan Stanley sweet sword tell tent thee Ther there's Thersites thou art to-morrow Troilus Trojan Troy trumpet Ulyss uncle unto
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Página 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...
Página 136 - My conscience hath a thousand several tongues, And every tongue brings in a several tale, And every tale condemns me for a villain. Perjury, perjury, in the high'st degree, Murder, stern murder, in the dir'st degree ; All several sins, all used in each degree, Throng to the bar, crying all, — Guilty ! guilty ! I shall despair.
Página 231 - 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!
Página 231 - 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.
Página 240 - He was a scholar, and a ripe and good one ; Exceeding wise, fair spoken, and persuading : Lofty and sour to them that lov'd him not ; But, to those men that sought him, sweet as summer And though he were unsatisfied in getting, (Which was a sin,) yet in bestowing, madam, He was most princely...
Página 345 - 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 heat.
Página 369 - Fie, fie upon her! There's language in her eye, her cheek, her lip, Nay, her foot speaks ; her wanton spirits look out At every joint and motive of her body.
Página 231 - Cromwell, I did not think to shed a tear In all my miseries ; but thou hast forced me, Out of thy honest truth, to play the woman. Let's dry our eyes : And thus far hear me, Cromwell...
Página 33 - 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.
Página 34 - Who pass'd, methought, the melancholy flood, With that grim ferryman which poets write of, Unto the kingdom of perpetual night. The first that there did greet my stranger soul, Was my great father-in-law, renowned Warwick; Who cried aloud, ' What scourge for perjury Can this dark monarchy afford false Clarence...