The Works of Shakespear: In Six Volumes, 6 tomasJ. and P. Knapton, S. Birt, T. Longman, H. Lintot, C. Hitch, J. Brindley, J. and R. Tonson and S. Draper, R. and B. Wellington, E. New, and B. Dod, 1745 |
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... dead : Force would be right ; or rather , right and wrong , Between whofe endless jar justice 7 ' prefides , ` Would lofe their names , and fo would juftice too . Then every thing includes it felf in power , Power into will , will into ...
... dead : Force would be right ; or rather , right and wrong , Between whofe endless jar justice 7 ' prefides , ` Would lofe their names , and fo would juftice too . Then every thing includes it felf in power , Power into will , will into ...
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... dead , Since first I faw your felf and Diomede " In Ilion , on your Greekish embaffie . Ulyf . Sir , I foretold you then what would enfue . My prophefie is but half his journey yet ; For yonder walls that pertly front your town , Yond ...
... dead , Since first I faw your felf and Diomede " In Ilion , on your Greekish embaffie . Ulyf . Sir , I foretold you then what would enfue . My prophefie is but half his journey yet ; For yonder walls that pertly front your town , Yond ...
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... dead ? Achil . I tell thee , yea . Helt . Wert thou the oracle to tell me fo , I'd not believe thee : henceforth guard thee well , For I'll not kill thee there , nor there , nor there ; But by the forge that ftithied Mars his helm , I ...
... dead ? Achil . I tell thee , yea . Helt . Wert thou the oracle to tell me fo , I'd not believe thee : henceforth guard thee well , For I'll not kill thee there , nor there , nor there ; But by the forge that ftithied Mars his helm , I ...
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... dolour forth ! Behold diftraction , frenzy and amazement , Like witlefs anticks , one another meet , And all cry , Hector , Hector's dead ! O Hector ! Troi . Troi . Away ! Caf . Farewel yet , foft 102 TROILUS and CRESSIDA .
... dolour forth ! Behold diftraction , frenzy and amazement , Like witlefs anticks , one another meet , And all cry , Hector , Hector's dead ! O Hector ! Troi . Troi . Away ! Caf . Farewel yet , foft 102 TROILUS and CRESSIDA .
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... ( b ) the armies feparates ; - My half - fupt fword , that frankly would have fed , Pleas'd with this dainty bit , thus goes to bed . Come , tye . Troi . He's dead , and at the murtherer's horfe's 110 TROILUS and CRESSIDA .
... ( b ) the armies feparates ; - My half - fupt fword , that frankly would have fed , Pleas'd with this dainty bit , thus goes to bed . Come , tye . Troi . He's dead , and at the murtherer's horfe's 110 TROILUS and CRESSIDA .
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