The Works of Mr. William Shakespear;: In Six Volumes. Adorn'd with Cuts, 4 tomasJacob Tonson, 1709 |
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1812 psl.
... Troilus , Paris , Deiphobus , TROJANS . Helenus , Encas , Pandarus , Antenor , Agamemnon , Achilles , Ajax ... Troilus . Trojan and Greek Soldiers , with other Attendants SCENE Troy and the Grecian Camp . TRO TROILUS AND CRESSIDA . ACTI ...
... Troilus , Paris , Deiphobus , TROJANS . Helenus , Encas , Pandarus , Antenor , Agamemnon , Achilles , Ajax ... Troilus . Trojan and Greek Soldiers , with other Attendants SCENE Troy and the Grecian Camp . TRO TROILUS AND CRESSIDA . ACTI ...
1813 psl.
... Troilus . TROILUS . ALL here my Varlet , I'll unarm again . Why should I war without the Walls of Troy , That find fuch cruel Battel here within ? Eich Trojan that is Master of his Heart , Let him to Field , Troilus alas hath none . Pan ...
... Troilus . TROILUS . ALL here my Varlet , I'll unarm again . Why should I war without the Walls of Troy , That find fuch cruel Battel here within ? Eich Trojan that is Master of his Heart , Let him to Field , Troilus alas hath none . Pan ...
1814 psl.
... mad In Creffid's Love . Thou anfwer'ft , fhe is Fair , Pour'ft in the open Ulcer of my Heart , Her Eyes , her Hair , her Cheek , her Gate , her Voice , Handleft Handleft in thy Difcourfe - O that ! her Hand 1814 Troilus and Creflida .
... mad In Creffid's Love . Thou anfwer'ft , fhe is Fair , Pour'ft in the open Ulcer of my Heart , Her Eyes , her Hair , her Cheek , her Gate , her Voice , Handleft Handleft in thy Difcourfe - O that ! her Hand 1814 Troilus and Creflida .
1815 psl.
... this Argument , It is too ftarv'd a Subject for my Sword : But Pandarus - O Gods ! how do you plague me ! I cannot come to Creffid , but by Pandarus , T 4 And And he's as teachy to be woo'd to woe , Troilus and Creffida . 1815.
... this Argument , It is too ftarv'd a Subject for my Sword : But Pandarus - O Gods ! how do you plague me ! I cannot come to Creffid , but by Pandarus , T 4 And And he's as teachy to be woo'd to woe , Troilus and Creffida . 1815.
1817 psl.
... up ? was fhe ? Cre . Helor was gone , but Helen was not up . Pan . En fo ; Hector was ftirring early . Cre . That were we talking of , and of his Anger . Pan . Pan . Was he angry ? Cre . So he Troilus and Creffida . 1817.
... up ? was fhe ? Cre . Helor was gone , but Helen was not up . Pan . En fo ; Hector was ftirring early . Cre . That were we talking of , and of his Anger . Pan . Pan . Was he angry ? Cre . So he Troilus and Creffida . 1817.
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The Works of Mr. William Shakespear;– In Eight Volumes. Adorn'd with Cutts William Shakespeare,Nicholas Rowe Visos knygos peržiūra - 1714 |
The Works of Mr. William Shakespear;– In Six Volumes. Adorn'd with Cuts, 4 tomas William Shakespeare Visos knygos peržiūra - 1709 |
The Works of Mr. William Shakespear;– In Eight Volumes. Adorn'd ..., 4 tomas William Shakespeare Visos knygos peržiūra - 1714 |
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