The Beauties of Shakespear: Regularly Selected from Each Play. With a General Index, Digesting Them Under Proper Heads. Illustrated with Explanatory Notes, and Similar Passages, from Ancient and Modern Authors. By William Dodd, ... In Three VolumesJ. Macgowan, 1780 |
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William Shakespeare. SCENE VIII . The Subtlety of Ulyffes , and Stupidity of Ajax . Ajax . I do hate a proud man , as I hate the engendring of toads . Neft . Yet he loves himself : is't not strange ? Ulyf . Achilles will not to the field ...
William Shakespeare. SCENE VIII . The Subtlety of Ulyffes , and Stupidity of Ajax . Ajax . I do hate a proud man , as I hate the engendring of toads . Neft . Yet he loves himself : is't not strange ? Ulyf . Achilles will not to the field ...
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... Ajax . If I with my armed fist , go to him- I'll path him o'er the face . Aga . O no , you shall not go . Ajax . An he be proud with me , I'll pheese his pride ; let me go to him . Ulyf . Not for the worth that hangs upon our quarrel ...
... Ajax . If I with my armed fist , go to him- I'll path him o'er the face . Aga . O no , you shall not go . Ajax . An he be proud with me , I'll pheese his pride ; let me go to him . Ulyf . Not for the worth that hangs upon our quarrel ...
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... Ajax . A whorefon dog ! that palters thus with us ' Would he were a Trojan ! Neft . What a vice were it in Ajax now- Uly . If he were proud . Dio . Or covetous of praise . Uly . Ay , or furly borne . Dio . Or ftrange , or felf ...
... Ajax . A whorefon dog ! that palters thus with us ' Would he were a Trojan ! Neft . What a vice were it in Ajax now- Uly . If he were proud . Dio . Or covetous of praise . Uly . Ay , or furly borne . Dio . Or ftrange , or felf ...
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... Ajax . Ther . A wonder ! Achil . What ? Ther . Ajax goes up and down the field , afking for himself . Achil . How fo ? Ther . He must fight fingly to - morrow with Hector , and is fo prophetically proud of an heroical cudgelling , that ...
... Ajax . Ther . A wonder ! Achil . What ? Ther . Ajax goes up and down the field , afking for himself . Achil . How fo ? Ther . He must fight fingly to - morrow with Hector , and is fo prophetically proud of an heroical cudgelling , that ...
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... Ajax . Achil . To him , Patroclus - tell him , I humbly de- fire the valiant Ajax , to invite the most valorous Hector to come unarm'd to my tent , and to procure fafe con- duct for his perfon of the magnanimous and moft il- luftrious ...
... Ajax . Achil . To him , Patroclus - tell him , I humbly de- fire the valiant Ajax , to invite the most valorous Hector to come unarm'd to my tent , and to procure fafe con- duct for his perfon of the magnanimous and moft il- luftrious ...
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Página 85 - Cromwell, I did not think to shed a tear In all my miseries; but thou hast forced me, Out of thy honest truth, to play the woman. Let's dry our eyes: and thus far hear me, Cromwell...
Página 167 - Besides, this Duncan Hath borne his faculties so meek, hath been So clear in his great office, that his virtues Will plead like angels, trumpet-tongued, against The deep damnation of his taking-off...
Página 225 - O ! who can hold a fire in his hand By thinking on the frosty Caucasus? Or cloy the hungry edge of appetite By bare imagination of a feast?
Página 85 - 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.
Página 251 - True, I talk of dreams ; Which are the children of an idle brain, Begot of nothing but vain fantasy, Which is as thin of substance as the air, And more inconstant than the wind, who wooes Even now the frozen bosom of the north, And, being anger'd, puffs away from thence, Turning his face to the dew-dropping south.
Página 238 - With that, methought, a legion of foul fiends Environ'd me, and howled in mine ears Such hideous cries, that, with the very noise, I trembling wak'd, and, for a season after, Could not believe but that I was in hell, Such terrible impression made my dream.
Página 168 - Art thou not, fatal vision, sensible To feeling as to sight? or art thou but A dagger of the mind, a false creation, Proceeding from the heat-oppressed brain?
Página 125 - As Caesar loved me, I weep for him; as he was fortunate, I rejoice at it; as he was valiant, I honour him; but, as he was ambitious, I slew him.
Página 254 - Thou know'st the mask of night is on my face, Else would a maiden blush bepaint my cheek For that which thou hast heard me speak to-night. Fain would I dwell on form, fain, fain deny What I have spoke: but farewell compliment! Dost thou love me? I know thou wilt say 'Ay,' And I will take thy word: yet, if thou swear'st, Thou mayst prove false; at lovers' perjuries, They say, Jove laughs.
Página 73 - Content!' to that which grieves my heart, And wet my cheeks with artificial tears, And frame my face to all occasions.