The Plays of William Shakespeare: Accurately Printed from the Text of the Corrected Copy Left by the Late George Steevens, Esq. ; with Glossarial Notes, Tom 7J. Johnson, 1803 |
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Strona 276
... Trojan Commanders . Antenor , Calchas , a Trojan priest , taking part with the Greeks . Pandarus , Uncle to Cressida . Margarelon , a bastard son of Priam . Agamemnon , the Grecian General . Menelaus , his brother Achilles , Ajax ...
... Trojan Commanders . Antenor , Calchas , a Trojan priest , taking part with the Greeks . Pandarus , Uncle to Cressida . Margarelon , a bastard son of Priam . Agamemnon , the Grecian General . Menelaus , his brother Achilles , Ajax ...
Strona 277
... Trojan , And Antenorides , with massy staples , And corresponsive and fulfilling bolts , Sperr3 up the sons of Troy . Now expectation , tickling skittish spirits , On one and other side , Trojan and Greek , Sets all on hazard : -And ...
... Trojan , And Antenorides , with massy staples , And corresponsive and fulfilling bolts , Sperr3 up the sons of Troy . Now expectation , tickling skittish spirits , On one and other side , Trojan and Greek , Sets all on hazard : -And ...
Strona 278
... Trojan , that is master of his heart , Let him to field ; Troilus , alas ! hath none . Pan . Will this geer ne'er be mended ? Tro . The Greeks are strong , and skilful to their strength , Fierce to their skill , and to their fierceness ...
... Trojan , that is master of his heart , Let him to field ; Troilus , alas ! hath none . Pan . Will this geer ne'er be mended ? Tro . The Greeks are strong , and skilful to their strength , Fierce to their skill , and to their fierceness ...
Strona 283
... Trojan blood , nephew to Hector ; They call him , Ajax . Cres . Good ; And what of him ? 2 Alex . They say he is a very man per se , 2 And stands alone . Cres . So do all men ; unless they are drunk , sick , or have no legs . Alex ...
... Trojan blood , nephew to Hector ; They call him , Ajax . Cres . Good ; And what of him ? 2 Alex . They say he is a very man per se , 2 And stands alone . Cres . So do all men ; unless they are drunk , sick , or have no legs . Alex ...
Strona 301
... Trojan scorns us ; or the men of Troy Are ceremonious courtiers . Ene . Courtiers as free , as debonair , unarm'd , As bending angels ; that's their fame in peace : But when they would seem soldiers , they have galls , Good arms ...
... Trojan scorns us ; or the men of Troy Are ceremonious courtiers . Ene . Courtiers as free , as debonair , unarm'd , As bending angels ; that's their fame in peace : But when they would seem soldiers , they have galls , Good arms ...
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