The dramatic works of William Shakspeare. Whittingham's ed, 5 tomas |
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... Troy ; within whose strong immures The ravish'd Helen , Menelaus ' queen , With wanton Paris sleeps ; And that's the quarrel . To Tenedos they come ; And the deep - drawing barks do there disgorge Their warlike fraughtage : Now on ...
... Troy ; within whose strong immures The ravish'd Helen , Menelaus ' queen , With wanton Paris sleeps ; And that's the quarrel . To Tenedos they come ; And the deep - drawing barks do there disgorge Their warlike fraughtage : Now on ...
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... TROY . Before PRIAM's Palace . Enter TROILUS armed , and PANDARUS . Tro . CALL here my varlet , I'll unarm again : Why should I war without the walls of Troy , That find such cruel battle here within ? Each Trojan , that is master of ...
... TROY . Before PRIAM's Palace . Enter TROILUS armed , and PANDARUS . Tro . CALL here my varlet , I'll unarm again : Why should I war without the walls of Troy , That find such cruel battle here within ? Each Trojan , that is master of ...
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... Troy , I can tell you ; But mark Troilus ; you shall see anon . Cres . Who's that ? ANTENOR passes over . le m 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 ...
... Troy , I can tell you ; But mark Troilus ; you shall see anon . Cres . Who's that ? ANTENOR passes over . le m 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 ...
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... Troy walls stand ; Sith every action that hath gone before , Whereof we have record , trial did draw Bias and thwart , not answering the aim , And that unbodied figure of the thought That gav't surmised shape . Why then , you princes ...
... Troy walls stand ; Sith every action that hath gone before , Whereof we have record , trial did draw Bias and thwart , not answering the aim , And that unbodied figure of the thought That gav't surmised shape . Why then , you princes ...
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... Troy , yet upon his basis , had been down , And the great Hector's sword had Jack'd a master , But for these instances . The specialty of rule hath been neglected : And , look , how many Grecian tents do stand Hollow upon this plain ...
... Troy , yet upon his basis , had been down , And the great Hector's sword had Jack'd a master , But for these instances . The specialty of rule hath been neglected : And , look , how many Grecian tents do stand Hollow upon this plain ...
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Achilles Agam Agamemnon Ajax Alcib Alcibiades Anne Apem Apemantus bear blood brother Buck Buckingham Calchas cardinal Catesby Cham Clar Clarence Clifford Cres Cressid crown death Diomed dost doth Duch duke duke of York Edward Eliz Enter Exeunt Exit eyes fair Farewell father fear Flav fool fortune friends Gent gentle give Gloster gods grace hand hath hear heart heaven Hect Hector Henry honour house of Lancaster i'the Kath king lady live look Lord Chamberlain lord Hastings lord Timon lordship Lucullus madam Menelaus Murd ne'er never noble o'the Pandarus Patr Patroclus peace pity Poet pr'ythee pray Priam prince queen Rich Richard SCENE Serv Servant soul speak Surry sweet sword tell thee Ther There's Thersites thine thou art thou hast thyself Troilus Trojan Troy Ulyss unto Warwick York
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