The Plays of William Shakespeare : Accurately Printed from the Text of the Corrected Copy Left by the Late George Steevens: With a Series of Engravings, from Original Designs of Henry Fuseli, and a Selection of Explanatory and Historical Notes, from the Most Eminent Commentators; a History of the Stage, a Life of Shakespeare, &c. by Alexander Chalmers, 7 tomasF.C. and J. Rivington, 1805 |
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... Antenor , Calchas , a Trojan Priest , taking part with the Greeks . Pandarus , Uncle to Cressida . Margarelon , a bastard Son of Priam . Agamemnon , the Grecian General : Menelaus , his Brother . Achilles , Ajax , Ulysses , Nestor ...
... Antenor , Calchas , a Trojan Priest , taking part with the Greeks . Pandarus , Uncle to Cressida . Margarelon , a bastard Son of Priam . Agamemnon , the Grecian General : Menelaus , his Brother . Achilles , Ajax , Ulysses , Nestor ...
285 psl.
... ANTENOR passes over . Pan . That's Antenor ; he has a shrewd wit , I can tell you ; and he's a man good enough : he's one o'the soundest judgments in Troy , whosoever , and a proper man of person : -When comes Troilus ? - I'll show you ...
... ANTENOR passes over . Pan . That's Antenor ; he has a shrewd wit , I can tell you ; and he's a man good enough : he's one o'the soundest judgments in Troy , whosoever , and a proper man of person : -When comes Troilus ? - I'll show you ...
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... Antenor , and all the gallantry of Troy : I would fain have armed to - night , but my Nell would not have it so . How chance my brother Troilus went not ? Helen . He hangs the lip at something ; —you know all , lord Pandarus . Pan . Not ...
... Antenor , and all the gallantry of Troy : I would fain have armed to - night , but my Nell would not have it so . How chance my brother Troilus went not ? Helen . He hangs the lip at something ; —you know all , lord Pandarus . Pan . Not ...
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... Antenor , Yesterday took ; Troy holds him very dear . Oft have you , ( often have you thanks therefore , ) Desir'd my Cressid in right great exchange , Whom Troy hath still denied : But this Antenor , I know , is such a wrest in their ...
... Antenor , Yesterday took ; Troy holds him very dear . Oft have you , ( often have you thanks therefore , ) Desir'd my Cressid in right great exchange , Whom Troy hath still denied : But this Antenor , I know , is such a wrest in their ...
351 psl.
... Antenor , the fair Cressid : Let's have your company ; or , if you please , Haste there before us : I constantly do think , ( Or , rather , call my thought a certain knowledge , ) My brother Troilus lodges there to - night ; Rouse him ...
... Antenor , the fair Cressid : Let's have your company ; or , if you please , Haste there before us : I constantly do think , ( Or , rather , call my thought a certain knowledge , ) My brother Troilus lodges there to - night ; Rouse him ...
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The Plays of William Shakespeare : Accurately Printed from the Text ..., 7 tomas William Shakespeare Visos knygos peržiūra - 1805 |
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Achilles Æneas Agam Agamemnon Ajax Anne Antenor blood brother Buck Buckingham Calchas cardinal Cate Catesby Cham Clar Clarence cousin Cres Cressida Crom curse dear death Deiphobus Diomed Dorset doth Duch duke Edward Eliz Enter Exeunt Exit eyes fair Farewell fear fight fool friends Gent gentle give Gloster grace Grecian Greeks Hast hath hear heart heaven Hect Hector Helen holy honour i'the JOHNSON Kath King RICHARD king's kiss lady live look lord Lord Chamberlain lord Hastings Lovell madam means Menelaus Murd Nest Nestor never noble o'the Pandarus Patr Patroclus peace pray Priam prince queen Rich Richmond SCENE Shakspeare Sir Thomas Lovell soul speak Stan sweet sword tell tent thee Ther there's Thersites thou art to-morrow Troilus Troilus and Cressida Trojan Troy trumpet truth Ulyss uncle unto word York
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