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... Pandarus Prince of Licia . Written by William Shakespeare . London Imprinted by G. Eld for R. Bonian and H. Walley , and are to be sold at the spred Eagle in Paules Church - yeard , over against the great North doore . 1609. " In the ...
... Pandarus Prince of Licia . Written by William Shakespeare . London Imprinted by G. Eld for R. Bonian and H. Walley , and are to be sold at the spred Eagle in Paules Church - yeard , over against the great North doore . 1609. " In the ...
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... Pandarus , a very essential personage in the tale as related by Shakespear and Chaucer , are entirely wanting , except a single men- tion of him by Lydgate , and that with an express reference to Chaucer as his authority . Shakespear ...
... Pandarus , a very essential personage in the tale as related by Shakespear and Chaucer , are entirely wanting , except a single men- tion of him by Lydgate , and that with an express reference to Chaucer as his authority . Shakespear ...
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... Pandarus , — PAN . Not I. TRO . Sweet Pandarus , - PAN . Pray you , speak no more to me ; I will leave all as I found it , and there an end . [ Exit . An alarum . TRO . Peace , you ungracious clamours ! peace , rude sounds ! Fools on ...
... Pandarus , — PAN . Not I. TRO . Sweet Pandarus , - PAN . Pray you , speak no more to me ; I will leave all as I found it , and there an end . [ Exit . An alarum . TRO . Peace , you ungracious clamours ! peace , rude sounds ! Fools on ...
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... Pandarus . Enter PANDARUS . CRES . Hector's a gallant man . ALEX . As may be in the world , lady . PAN . What's that ? what's that ? CRES . Good morrow , uncle Pandarus . PAN . Good morrow , cousin Cressid : what do you talk of ? -Good ...
... Pandarus . Enter PANDARUS . CRES . Hector's a gallant man . ALEX . As may be in the world , lady . PAN . What's that ? what's that ? CRES . Good morrow , uncle Pandarus . PAN . Good morrow , cousin Cressid : what do you talk of ? -Good ...
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... Pandarus , - PAN . What says my sweet queen ? -my very - very sweet queen ? PAR . What exploit's in hand ? where sups he to - night ? HELEN . Nay , but my lord , — PAN . What says my sweet queen ? -My cousin will fall out with you . You ...
... Pandarus , - PAN . What says my sweet queen ? -my very - very sweet queen ? PAR . What exploit's in hand ? where sups he to - night ? HELEN . Nay , but my lord , — PAN . What says my sweet queen ? -My cousin will fall out with you . You ...
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Achilles AGAM Agamemnon AJAX Antony Aufidius bear beseech blood Bohemia Brutus Cæsar Calchas Camillo CASCA Cassius Collier's annotator Cominius Coriolanus CRES Cressid daughter dead dear death Diomed dost doth enemies Enter Exeunt Exit eyes father fear folio omits follow fool friends give gods Hamlet hand hath hear heart heaven HECT Hector honour Julius Cæsar KENT king lady LAER Laertes LEAR LEON look lord madam Marcius Mark Antony matter means mother never night noble Old text Pandarus Pandosto Patroclus play Plutarch POLONIUS poor pr'ythee pray Priam prince quarto queen Re-enter Rome SCENE Shakespeare speak speech stand sweet sword tell thee THER there's Thersites thine thing thou art thou hast thought Titinius Troilus Troy ULYSS unto Volsces word
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437 psl. - ... twere, the mirror up to nature; to show virtue her own feature, scorn her own image, and the very age and body of the time his form and pressure.
430 psl. - peasant slave am I ! Is it not monstrous that this player here, But in a fiction, in a dream of passion, Could force his soul so to his own conceit That from her working all his visage wann'd ; Tears in his eyes, distraction in 's aspect, A broken voice, and his whole function suiting With forms to his conceit ? and all for nothing...
554 psl. - And will, no doubt, with reasons answer you. I come not, friends, to steal away your hearts: I am no orator, as Brutus is; But, as you know me all, a plain blunt man, That love my friend; and that they know full well That gave me public leave to speak of him. For I have neither wit, nor words, nor worth, Action, nor utterance, nor the power of speech, To stir men's blood : I only speak right on; I tell you that which you yourselves do know...
244 psl. - Yet nature is made better by no mean, But nature makes that mean: so, o'er that art, Which, you say, adds to nature, is an art That nature makes. You see, sweet maid, we marry A gentler scion to the wildest stock; And make conceive a bark of baser kind By bud of nobler race : This is an art Which does mend nature, — change it rather: but The art itself is nature.
434 psl. - With a bare bodkin? who would fardels bear, To grunt and sweat under a weary life, But that the dread of something after death, The undiscover'd country from whose bourn No traveller returns, puzzles the will And makes us rather bear those ills we have Than fly to others that we know not of? Thus conscience does make cowards of us all...
305 psl. - Take but degree away, untune that string, And hark what discord follows. Each thing meets In mere oppugnancy: the bounded waters Should lift their bosoms higher than the shores, And make a sop of all this solid globe; Strength should be lord of imbecility, And the rude son should strike his father dead; Force should be right, or rather, right and wrong (Between whose endless jar justice resides) Should lose their names, and so should justice too! Then every thing includes itself in power, Power into...
430 psl. - Hecuba to him, or he to Hecuba, That he should weep for her? What would he do, Had he the motive and the cue for passion, That I have? He would drown the stage with tears, And cleave the general ear with horrid speech; Make mad the guilty, and appal the free, Confound the ignorant ; and amaze, indeed, The very faculties of eyes and ears.
437 psl. - O, there be players that I have seen play, and heard others praise, and that highly, not to speak it profanely, that, neither having the accent of Christians nor the gait of Christian, pagan, nor man, have so strutted and bellowed that I have thought some of nature's journeymen had made men and not made them well, they imitated humanity so abominably.
412 psl. - I'll wipe away all trivial fond records, All saws of books, all forms, all pressures past, That youth and observation copied there; And thy commandment all alone shall live Within the book and volume of my brain, Unmix'd with baser matter: yes, by heaven!
14 psl. - This is the excellent foppery of the world, that when we are sick in fortune — often the surfeit of our own behaviour — we make guilty of our disasters the sun, the moon and the stars : as if we were villains by necessity, fools by heavenly compulsion ; knaves, thieves and treachers, by spherical predominance ; drunkards, liars and adulterers, by an enforced obedience of planetary influence ; and all that we are evil in, by a divine thrusting on : an admirable evasion of whoremaster man, to lay...