The Plays of William Shakespeare: Accurately Printed from the Text of the Corrected Copy Left by the Late George Steevens, Esq. ; with Glossarial Notes, Volume 7J. Johnson, 1803 |
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Pagina 312
... Hect . Though no man lesser fears the Greeks than I , As far as toucheth my particular , yet , Dread Priam , There is no lady of more softer bowels , More spungy to suck in the sense of fear , More ready to cry out - Who knows what ...
... Hect . Though no man lesser fears the Greeks than I , As far as toucheth my particular , yet , Dread Priam , There is no lady of more softer bowels , More spungy to suck in the sense of fear , More ready to cry out - Who knows what ...
Pagina 314
... Hect . Brother , she is not worth what she doth cost The holding . Tro . What is aught , but as ' tis valued ? Hect . But value dwells not in particular will ; It holds his estimate and dignity As well wherein ' tis precious of itself ...
... Hect . Brother , she is not worth what she doth cost The holding . Tro . What is aught , but as ' tis valued ? Hect . But value dwells not in particular will ; It holds his estimate and dignity As well wherein ' tis precious of itself ...
Pagina 315
... Hect . It is Cassandra . Enter CASSANDRA , raving . Cas , Cry , Trojans , cry ! lend me ten thousand eyes , And I will fill them with prophetick tears . Hect . Peace , sister , peace . Cas . Virgins and boys , mid - age and wrinkled ...
... Hect . It is Cassandra . Enter CASSANDRA , raving . Cas , Cry , Trojans , cry ! lend me ten thousand eyes , And I will fill them with prophetick tears . Hect . Peace , sister , peace . Cas . Virgins and boys , mid - age and wrinkled ...
Pagina 316
... Hect . Now , youthful Troilus , do not these high strains Of divination in our sister work Some touches of remorse ? or is your blood So madly hot , that no discourse of reason , Nor fear of bad success in a bad cause , Can qualify the ...
... Hect . Now , youthful Troilus , do not these high strains Of divination in our sister work Some touches of remorse ? or is your blood So madly hot , that no discourse of reason , Nor fear of bad success in a bad cause , Can qualify the ...
Pagina 317
... Where Helen is the subject : then , I say , Well may we fight for her , whom , we know well , The world's large spaces cannot parallel . $ Defence . Hect . Paris , and Troilus , you have both Scene II . TROILUS AND CRESSIDA . 317.
... Where Helen is the subject : then , I say , Well may we fight for her , whom , we know well , The world's large spaces cannot parallel . $ Defence . Hect . Paris , and Troilus , you have both Scene II . TROILUS AND CRESSIDA . 317.
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