The Works of John Dryden: Now First Collected in Eighteen Volumes, Том 6A. Constable & Company, 1821 |
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... Troil . Why should I fight without the Trojan walls , Who , without fighting , am o'erthrown within ? The Trojan who is master of a soul , Let him to battle ; Troilus has none . Pand . Will this never be at an end with you ? Troil . The ...
... Troil . Why should I fight without the Trojan walls , Who , without fighting , am o'erthrown within ? The Trojan who is master of a soul , Let him to battle ; Troilus has none . Pand . Will this never be at an end with you ? Troil . The ...
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... Troil . Have I not staid ? Pand . Ay , the kindling ; but you must stay the spitting of the meat . Troil . Have I not staid ? Pand . Ay , the spitting ; but there's two words to a bargain ; you must stay the roasting too . Troil . Still ...
... Troil . Have I not staid ? Pand . Ay , the kindling ; but you must stay the spitting of the meat . Troil . Have I not staid ? Pand . Ay , the spitting ; but there's two words to a bargain ; you must stay the roasting too . Troil . Still ...
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... Troil . Thou giv'st her not so much . Pand . Faitl . , I'll speak no more of her , let her be as she is ; if she be a beauty , ' tis the better for her ; an ' she be not , she has the mends in her own hands , for Pandarus . Troil . In ...
... Troil . Thou giv'st her not so much . Pand . Faitl . , I'll speak no more of her , let her be as she is ; if she be a beauty , ' tis the better for her ; an ' she be not , she has the mends in her own hands , for Pandarus . Troil . In ...
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... Troil . O gods , how do you torture me ! I cannot come to Cressid but by him , And he's as peevish to be wooed to ... Troil . Because not there . This woman's answer suits me , For womanish it is to be from thence . What news , Æneas ...
... Troil . O gods , how do you torture me ! I cannot come to Cressid but by him , And he's as peevish to be wooed to ... Troil . Because not there . This woman's answer suits me , For womanish it is to be from thence . What news , Æneas ...
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... have lost so many lives of ours , To keep a thing not ours , not worth to us The value of a man , what reason is there Still to retain the cause of so much ill ? Troil . Fye , fye , my noble brother ! ACT II . 281 TROILUS AND CRESSIDA .
... have lost so many lives of ours , To keep a thing not ours , not worth to us The value of a man , what reason is there Still to retain the cause of so much ill ? Troil . Fye , fye , my noble brother ! ACT II . 281 TROILUS AND CRESSIDA .
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Страница 230 - For honour travels in a strait so narrow Where one but goes abreast: keep, then, the path; For emulation hath a thousand sons, That one by one pursue : if you give way, Or hedge aside from the direct forthright, Like to an enter'd tide they all rush by And leave you hindmost ; Or, like a gallant horse fall'n in first rank, Lie there for pavement to the abject rear, O'errun and trampled on...
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Страница 257 - Shakspeare; no man ever drew so many characters, or generally distinguished 'em better from one another, excepting only Jonson. I will instance but in one to show the copiousness of his intention; it is that of Caliban, or the monster, in the Tempest. He seems there to have created a person which was not in nature, a boldness which, at first sight, would appear intolerable...
Страница 265 - As in a theatre, the eyes of men, After a well-graced actor leaves the stage, Are idly bent on him that enters next, "Ibid., 11.
Страница 230 - As fast as they are made, forgot as soon As done: perseverance, dear my lord, Keeps honour bright: to have done, is to hang Quite out of fashion, like a rusty mail In monumental mockery.
Страница 241 - Accordingly, I new-modelled the i plot, threw out many unnecessary persons, improved those characters which were begun and left unfinished, as Hector, Troilus, Pandarus, and Thersites, and added that of Andromache. After this, I made, with no small trouble, an order and connection of all the scenes; removing them from the places where they were inartificially set...
Страница 230 - High birth, vigor of bone, desert in service, Love, friendship, charity, are subjects all To envious and calumniating time. One touch of nature makes the whole world kin, — That all, with one consent, praise new-born gawds, Though they are made and moulded of things past...
Страница 265 - Richard ; no man cried, God save him; No joyful tongue gave him his welcome home : But dust was thrown upon his sacred head ; Which with such gentle sorrow he shook off, — His face still combating with tears and smiles, The badges of his grief and patience ; — That had not God, for some strong purpose, steel'd The hearts of men, they must perforce have melted, And barbarism itself have pitied him.
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