The Plays of William Shakespeare: Accurately Printed from the Text of the Corrected Copy Left by the Late George Steevens, Esq. ; with Glossarial Notes, 7 tomasJ. Johnson, 1803 |
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... Greeks . Pandarus , Uncle to Cressida . Margarelon , a bastard son of Priam . Agamemnon , the Grecian General ... Greek Soldiers , and Attendants . SCENE , Troy , and the Grecian Camp before it . In Troy , there lies the scene . From ...
... Greeks . Pandarus , Uncle to Cressida . Margarelon , a bastard son of Priam . Agamemnon , the Grecian General ... Greek Soldiers , and Attendants . SCENE , Troy , and the Grecian Camp before it . In Troy , there lies the scene . From ...
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... Greeks do pitch Their brave pavilions : Priam's six - gated city , Dardan , and Tymbria , Ilias , Chetas , Trojan ... Greek , Sets all on hazard : -And hither am I come A prologue arm'd , but not in confidence Of author's pen , or ...
... Greeks do pitch Their brave pavilions : Priam's six - gated city , Dardan , and Tymbria , Ilias , Chetas , Trojan ... Greek , Sets all on hazard : -And hither am I come A prologue arm'd , but not in confidence Of author's pen , or ...
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... Greeks are strong , and skilful to their strength , Fierce to their skill , and to their fierceness valiant ; But I am weaker than a woman's tear , Tamer than sleep , fonder than ignorance ; Less valiant than the virgin in the night ...
... Greeks are strong , and skilful to their strength , Fierce to their skill , and to their fierceness valiant ; But I am weaker than a woman's tear , Tamer than sleep , fonder than ignorance ; Less valiant than the virgin in the night ...
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... Greeks ; and so I'll tell her the next time I see her : for my part , I'll meddle nor make no more in the mattter . Tro . Pandarus , - Pan . Not I. - Tro . Sweet Pandarus , - Pan . Pray you , speak no more to me ; I will leave all as I ...
... Greeks ; and so I'll tell her the next time I see her : for my part , I'll meddle nor make no more in the mattter . Tro . Pandarus , - Pan . Not I. - Tro . Sweet Pandarus , - Pan . Pray you , speak no more to me ; I will leave all as I ...
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... Greeks A lord of Trojan blood , nephew to Hector ; They call him , Ajax . Cres . Good ; And what of him ? 2 Alex . They say he is a very man per se , 2 And stands alone . Cres . So do all men ; unless they are drunk , sick , or have no ...
... Greeks A lord of Trojan blood , nephew to Hector ; They call him , Ajax . Cres . Good ; And what of him ? 2 Alex . They say he is a very man per se , 2 And stands alone . Cres . So do all men ; unless they are drunk , sick , or have no ...
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The Plays of William Shakspeare Accurately Printed from the Text ..., 7 tomas William Shakespeare Visos knygos peržiūra - 1854 |
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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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