The plays of William Shakspeare, with the corrections and illustr. of various commentators, to which are added notes by S. Johnson and G. Steevens, revised and augmented by I. Reed, with a glossarial index, 12 tomas |
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... heart , Let him to field ; Troilus , alas ! hath none . Pan . Will this geer ne'er be mended ? 1 Tro . The Greeks are strong , and skilful to their strength , 2 Fierce to their skill , and to their fierceness valiant ; But I am weaker ...
... heart , Let him to field ; Troilus , alas ! hath none . Pan . Will this geer ne'er be mended ? 1 Tro . The Greeks are strong , and skilful to their strength , 2 Fierce to their skill , and to their fierceness valiant ; But I am weaker ...
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... heart , As wedged with a sigh , would rive in twain ; Lest Hector or my father should perceive me , I have ( as when the sun doth light a storm ) 4 And skill - less & c . ] Mr. Dryden , in his alteration of this play , has taken this ...
... heart , As wedged with a sigh , would rive in twain ; Lest Hector or my father should perceive me , I have ( as when the sun doth light a storm ) 4 And skill - less & c . ] Mr. Dryden , in his alteration of this play , has taken this ...
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... heart Her eyes , her hair , her cheek , her gait , her voice ; Handlest in thy discourse , O , that her hand , 8 — in wrinkle of a smile : ] So , in Twelfth Night : " He doth smile his face into more lines than the new map with the ...
... heart Her eyes , her hair , her cheek , her gait , her voice ; Handlest in thy discourse , O , that her hand , 8 — in wrinkle of a smile : ] So , in Twelfth Night : " He doth smile his face into more lines than the new map with the ...
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... heart were in her body ! No , Hector is not a better man than Troi- lus . Cres . Excuse me . Pan . He is elder . Cres . Pardon me , pardon me . Pan . The other's not come to ' t ; you shall tell me another tale , when the other ' s come ...
... heart were in her body ! No , Hector is not a better man than Troi- lus . Cres . Excuse me . Pan . He is elder . Cres . Pardon me , pardon me . Pan . The other's not come to ' t ; you shall tell me another tale , when the other ' s come ...
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... heart good - Look you what hacks are on his helmet ? look you yonder , do you see ? look you there ! There's no jesting : there's laying on ; take ' t off who will , as they say : there be hacks ! Cres . Be those with swords ? PARIS ...
... heart good - Look you what hacks are on his helmet ? look you yonder , do you see ? look you there ! There's no jesting : there's laying on ; take ' t off who will , as they say : there be hacks ! Cres . Be those with swords ? PARIS ...
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Achilles Æneas Agam Agamemnon Ajax ancient Antony and Cleopatra art thou beauty Ben Jonson blood breath brest Calchas called Capulet Cres Cressida dead dear death Diomed dost doth edition editors Enter Exeunt Exit eyes fair fear folio fool frend Friar fryer give Grecian Greeks hand hart hath heart heaven Hect Hector Helen honour Johnson Juliet King Henry kiss lady lord lovers lyfe Malone Mason means Menelaus Mercutio Montague mynde Neoptolemus Nestor night nurce Nurse old copies Pandarus Paris passage Patr Patroclus play poem poet Pope prince quarto quoth Rape of Lucrece reading Romeo Romeus scene sense Shakspeare Shakspeare's speak speech Steevens sweet sword tears tell thee Ther Thersites theyr thing thou art thought Troilus Troilus and Cressida Trojan Troy true Tybalt Ulyss unto Warburton word
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