The Plays of William Shakespeare. In Ten Volumes: Troilus and Cressida ; Cymbeline ; King LearC. Bathurst, J. Beecroft, W. Strahan, J. and F. Rivington, J. Hinton, L. Davis, Hawes, Clarke and Collins, R. Horsfield, W. Johnston, W. Owen, T. Caslon, E. Johnson, S. Crowder, B. White, T. Longman, B. Law, E. and C. Dilly, C. Corbett, W. Griffin, T. Cadell, W. Woodfall, G. Keith, T. Lowndes, T. Davies, J. Robson, T. Becket, F. Newbery, G. Robinson, T. Payne, J. Williams, M. Hingeston, and J. Ridley., 1773 |
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35. oldal
... honour higher than his eafe ; That feeks his praise more than he fears his peril ; That knows his valour , and knows not his fear ; long continu'd truce ] Of this long trace there has been no notice taken ; in this very act it is faid ...
... honour higher than his eafe ; That feeks his praise more than he fears his peril ; That knows his valour , and knows not his fear ; long continu'd truce ] Of this long trace there has been no notice taken ; in this very act it is faid ...
36. oldal
... honour him ; If none , he'll fay in Troy , when he retires , The Grecian dames are fun - burn'd , and not worth The splinter of a lance . Even so much . ; Aga . This fhall be told our lovers , lord Æneas . If none of them have foul in ...
... honour him ; If none , he'll fay in Troy , when he retires , The Grecian dames are fun - burn'd , and not worth The splinter of a lance . Even so much . ; Aga . This fhall be told our lovers , lord Æneas . If none of them have foul in ...
38. oldal
... honour off , If not Achilles ? Though't be a fportful combat , Yet in this trial much opinion dwells ; For here the Trojans tafte our dear'ft repute With their fin'ft palate : and truft to me , Ulyffes , Our imputation fhall be oddly ...
... honour off , If not Achilles ? Though't be a fportful combat , Yet in this trial much opinion dwells ; For here the Trojans tafte our dear'ft repute With their fin'ft palate : and truft to me , Ulyffes , Our imputation fhall be oddly ...
39. oldal
... honour and our fhame , in this Are dogg'd with two strange followers . Neft . I fee them not with my old eyes ; what are they ? Ulyff . What glory our Achilles fhares from Hector , Were he not proud , we all fhould 7 fhare with him ...
... honour and our fhame , in this Are dogg'd with two strange followers . Neft . I fee them not with my old eyes ; what are they ? Ulyff . What glory our Achilles fhares from Hector , Were he not proud , we all fhould 7 fhare with him ...
47. oldal
... honour of a king So great as our dread father , in a scale Of common ounces ? will you with counters fum The paft - proportion of his infinite ? And buckle in a waift moft fathomlefs , With spans and inches fo diminutive As fears and ...
... honour of a king So great as our dread father , in a scale Of common ounces ? will you with counters fum The paft - proportion of his infinite ? And buckle in a waift moft fathomlefs , With spans and inches fo diminutive As fears and ...
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Achilles Afide againſt Agamemnon Ajax anfwer better Calchas Clot Cloten Cordelia Creffida Cymbeline daughter defire Diomed doth Enter Exeunt Exit eyes faid falfe fame father feems feen fenfe fhall fhew fhould fifter fignifies firft flain folio fome fool fpeak fpeech ftand ftill fuch fuppofe fweet fword Glo'fter gods Gonerill Guiderius HANMER hath heart Hector himſelf honour Iach Iachimo Imogen itſelf JOHNSON Kent king lady laft Lear lefs Lidgate lord mafter means Menelaus moft moſt muft muſt myſelf Neft Neftor Neoptolemus night paffage Pandarus Patroclus Pifanio Poft Pofthumus prefent Priam purpoſe quarto quarto reads queen reafon Shakespeare ſhall ſhe ſpeak STEEV STEEVENS thee thefe THEOBALD Ther Therfites theſe thing thofe thoſe thou art Troi Troilus Ulyffes uſed WARB WARBURTON whofe word
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317. oldal - The mysteries of Hecate, and the night ', By all the operation of the orbs From whom we do exist, and cease to be, Here I disclaim all my paternal care, Propinquity and property of blood, And as a stranger to my heart and me, Hold thee from this for ever.
464. oldal - tis fittest. Cor. How does my royal lord? How fares your majesty? Lear. You do me wrong, to take me out o' the grave. — Thou art a soul in bliss ; but I am bound Upon a wheel of fire, that mine own tears Do scald like molten lead.
30. oldal - But when the planets, In evil mixture, to disorder wander, What plagues, and what portents ! what mutiny ! What raging of the sea! shaking of earth! Commotion in the winds ! frights, changes, horrors, Divert and crack, rend and deracinate The unity and married calm of states Quite from their fixture...
392. oldal - O, reason not the need ! Our basest beggars Are in the poorest thing superfluous. Allow" not nature more than nature needs, Man's life is cheap as beast's. Thou art a lady; If only to go warm were gorgeous, Why, nature needs not what thou gorgeous wear'st, Which scarcely keeps thee warm.
392. oldal - You see me here, you gods, a poor old man, As full of grief as age ; wretched in both ! If it be you that stir these daughters...
400. oldal - LEAR. Let the great gods, That keep this dreadful pother o'er our heads, Find out their enemies now.
84. oldal - Take the instant way For honour travels in a strait so narrow, W'here one but goes abreast: keep then the path; For emulation hath a thousand sons, That one by one pursue: If you give way, Or...
453. oldal - With a more riotous appetite. Down from the waist they are centaurs, though women all above : but to the girdle do the gods inherit, beneath is all the fiends' ; there's hell, there's darkness, there is the sulphurous pit, burning, scalding, stench, consumption.
334. oldal - These late eclipses in the sun and moon portend no good to us. Though the wisdom of nature can reason it thus and thus, yet nature finds itself scourged by the sequent effects. Love cools, friendship falls off, brothers divide; in cities, mutinies; in countries, discord; in palaces, treason; and the bond cracked 'twixt son and father.
84. oldal - Time hath, my lord, a wallet at his back, Wherein he puts alms for oblivion, A great-sized monster of ingratitudes : Those scraps are good deeds past : which are devour'd As fast as they are made, forgot as soon As done...