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... how do you plague me ! I cannot come to Cressid , but by Pandar ; And he ' s
as tetchy to be woo ' d to woo , As she is stubborn - chaste against all suit . Tell
me , Apollo , for thy Daphne ' s love , What Cressid is , what Pandar , and what we
?
... how do you plague me ! I cannot come to Cressid , but by Pandar ; And he ' s
as tetchy to be woo ' d to woo , As she is stubborn - chaste against all suit . Tell
me , Apollo , for thy Daphne ' s love , What Cressid is , what Pandar , and what we
?
Page 66
Why was my Cressid then so hard to win : Cres . Hard to seem won ; but I was
won , my lord , With the first glance that ever - Pardon me ;If I confess much , you
will play the tyrant . I love you now ; but not , till now , so much But I might master
it ...
Why was my Cressid then so hard to win : Cres . Hard to seem won ; but I was
won , my lord , With the first glance that ever - Pardon me ;If I confess much , you
will play the tyrant . I love you now ; but not , till now , so much But I might master
it ...
Page 94
Entreat her fair ; and , by my soul , fair Greek , If e ' er thou stand at mercy of my
sword , Name Cressid , and thy life shall be as safe As Priam is in Ilion . Dio . Fair
lady Cressid , So please you , save the thanks this prince expects : The lustre in ...
Entreat her fair ; and , by my soul , fair Greek , If e ' er thou stand at mercy of my
sword , Name Cressid , and thy life shall be as safe As Priam is in Ilion . Dio . Fair
lady Cressid , So please you , save the thanks this prince expects : The lustre in ...
Page 117
Think , we had mothers ; do not give advantage To stubborn criticks - apt , without
a theme , For depravation , — to square the general sex By Cressid ' s rule :
rather think this not Cressid . Ulyss . What hath she done , prince , that can soil
our ...
Think , we had mothers ; do not give advantage To stubborn criticks - apt , without
a theme , For depravation , — to square the general sex By Cressid ' s rule :
rather think this not Cressid . Ulyss . What hath she done , prince , that can soil
our ...
Page 118
Hark , Greek ; - As much as I do Cressid love , So much by weight hate I her
Diomed : That sleeve is mine , that he ' ll bear on his helm ; : Were it a casque
compos ' d by Vulcan ' s skill , My sword should bite it : not the dreadful spout ,
Which ...
Hark , Greek ; - As much as I do Cressid love , So much by weight hate I her
Diomed : That sleeve is mine , that he ' ll bear on his helm ; : Were it a casque
compos ' d by Vulcan ' s skill , My sword should bite it : not the dreadful spout ,
Which ...
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Bibliographic information
| Title | The Plays of William Shakespeare, Volume 6 The Plays of William Shakespeare, William Shakespeare |
| Author | William Shakespeare |
| Publisher | T. Bensley, 1804 |
| Original from | the New York Public Library |
| Digitized | 29 Dec 2006 |
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