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0 , fear him not ; His spell in that is out : the king hath found Matter against him ,
that for ever mars The honey of his language . No , he's settled , Not to come off ,
in his displeasure . Sur . Sir , I should be glad to hear such news as this Once ...
0 , fear him not ; His spell in that is out : the king hath found Matter against him ,
that for ever mars The honey of his language . No , he's settled , Not to come off ,
in his displeasure . Sur . Sir , I should be glad to hear such news as this Once ...
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... princes , is it matter new to us , That we come short of our suppose so far , That
, after seven years ' siege , yet Troy walls stand ; Sith every action that hath gone
before , Whereof we have record , trial did draw Bias and thwart , not answering ...
... princes , is it matter new to us , That we come short of our suppose so far , That
, after seven years ' siege , yet Troy walls stand ; Sith every action that hath gone
before , Whereof we have record , trial did draw Bias and thwart , not answering ...
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How now , Thersites ? what's the matter , man ? Ther . You see him there , do you
? Achil . Ay ; what's the matter ? Ther . Nay , look upon him . Achil . So I do ;
What's the matter ? Ther . Nay , but regard him well . Achil . Well , why I do so .
Ther .
How now , Thersites ? what's the matter , man ? Ther . You see him there , do you
? Achil . Ay ; what's the matter ? Ther . Nay , look upon him . Achil . So I do ;
What's the matter ? Ther . Nay , but regard him well . Achil . Well , why I do so .
Ther .
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Who's there ? what's the matter ? will you beat down the door ? How now ?
what's the matter ? you seen here . Enter NEAS . Æne . Good morrow , lord ,
good morrow . Pan . Who's there ? my Lord Æneas ? By my troth , I knew you not
: what ...
Who's there ? what's the matter ? will you beat down the door ? How now ?
what's the matter ? you seen here . Enter NEAS . Æne . Good morrow , lord ,
good morrow . Pan . Who's there ? my Lord Æneas ? By my troth , I knew you not
: what ...
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Exeunt Troilus and Æneas . Pan . Is't possible ? no sooner got , but lost ? The
devil take Antenor ! the young prince will go mad . A plague upon Antenor , I
would they had broke's neck ! Enter CRESSIDA . Cres . How now ? What is the
matter ?
Exeunt Troilus and Æneas . Pan . Is't possible ? no sooner got , but lost ? The
devil take Antenor ! the young prince will go mad . A plague upon Antenor , I
would they had broke's neck ! Enter CRESSIDA . Cres . How now ? What is the
matter ?
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Page 257 - Like little wanton boys that swim on bladders, This many summers in a sea of glory ; But far beyond my depth ; my high-blown pride At length broke under me ; and now has left me, Weary, and old with service, to the mercy Of a rude stream, that must for ever hide me.
Page 153 - My conscience hath a thousand several tongues, And every tongue brings in a several tale, And every tale condemns me for a villain. Perjury, perjury, in the high'st degree; Murder, stern murder, in the dir'st degree ; All several sins, all us'd in each degree, Throng to the bar, crying all, Guilty ! guilty ! I shall despair.
Page 336 - Amidst the other : whose med'cinable eye Corrects the ill aspects of planets evil, And posts, like the commandment of a king, Sans check to good and bad : but when the planets In evil mixture to disorder wander.
Page 257 - Farewell, a long farewell, to all my greatness ! This is the state of man ; to-day he puts forth The tender leaves of hope, to-morrow blossoms, And bears his blushing honors thick upon him ; The third day, comes a frost, a killing frost ; And — when he thinks, good easy man, full surely His greatness is a ripening, — nips his root, And then he falls, as I do.
Page 40 - All scatter'd in the bottom of the sea. Some lay in dead men's skulls; and, in those holes Where eyes did once inhabit, there were crept (As 'twere in scorn of eyes,) reflecting gems, That woo'd the slimy bottom of the deep, And mock'd the dead bones that lay scatter'd by.
Page 396 - The present eye praises the present object : Then marvel not, thou great and complete man, That all the Greeks begin to worship Ajax ; Since things in motion sooner catch the eye, Than what not stirs. The cry went once on thee, And still it might, and yet it may again, If thou would'st not entomb thyself alive, And case thy reputation in thy tent...
Page 251 - Nay then, farewell ! I have touch'd the highest point of all my greatness; And, from that full meridian of my glory, I haste now to my setting: I shall fall Like a bright exhalation in the evening, And no man see me more.
Page 259 - Long in his highness' favour, and do justice For truth's sake and his conscience; that his bones, When he has run his course and sleeps in blessings, May have a tomb of orphans
Page 261 - tis the king's : my robe, And my integrity to Heaven, is all I dare now call mine own. O Cromwell, Cromwell! Had I but serv'd my God with half the zeal I serv'd my king, He would not in mine age Have left me naked to mine enemies.
Page 152 - Alack, I love myself. Wherefore? For any good That I myself have done unto myself? O, no, alas! I rather hate myself For hateful deeds committed by myself. I am a villain. Yet I lie; I am not. Fool, of thyself speak well. Fool, do not flatter. My conscience hath a thousand several tongues, And every tongue brings in a several tale, And every tale condemns me for a villain.
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| Title | The Dramatic Works of William Shakespeare: Richard III. Henry VIII. Troilus and Cressida Volume 7 of The Dramatic Works of William Shakespeare, Samuel Weller Singer |
| Author | William Shakespeare |
| Illustrated by | Thomas Stothard |
| Publisher | C. Whittingham, 1826 |
| Original from | the New York Public Library |
| Digitized | 29 Dec 2006 |
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