The Works of William Shakespeare: Troilus and Cressida. Coriolanus. Titus Andronicus. Romeo and Juliet. Timon of Athens. Julius CæsarChapman and Hall, 1866 |
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... eyes and no sight . Cres . But how should this man , that makes me smile , make Hector angry ? Alex . They say he yesterday coped Hector in the battle , and struck him down ; the disdain and shame whereof hath ever since kept Hector ...
... eyes and no sight . Cres . But how should this man , that makes me smile , make Hector angry ? Alex . They say he yesterday coped Hector in the battle , and struck him down ; the disdain and shame whereof hath ever since kept Hector ...
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... Pan . But there was such laughing ! - Queen Hecuba laughed , that her eyes ran o'er , — Cres . With mill - stones . Pan . And Cassandra laughed , - Cres . But there was more temperate fire under the 12 [ ACT I. TROILUS AND CRESSIDA .
... Pan . But there was such laughing ! - Queen Hecuba laughed , that her eyes ran o'er , — Cres . With mill - stones . Pan . And Cassandra laughed , - Cres . But there was more temperate fire under the 12 [ ACT I. TROILUS AND CRESSIDA .
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... eyes - did her eyes run o'er too ? Pan . And Hector laughed . Cres . At what was all this laughing ? Pan . Marry , at the white hair that Helen spied on Troi- lus ' chin . too . Cres . An't had been a green hair , I should have laughed ...
... eyes - did her eyes run o'er too ? Pan . And Hector laughed . Cres . At what was all this laughing ? Pan . Marry , at the white hair that Helen spied on Troi- lus ' chin . too . Cres . An't had been a green hair , I should have laughed ...
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... eye to boot . Cres . Here come more . Forces pass . Pan . Asses , fools , dolts ! chaff and bran , chaff and bran ! porridge after meat ! —I could live and die i̇ ' the eyes of Troi- lus . - Ne'er look , ne'er look ; the eagles are gone ...
... eye to boot . Cres . Here come more . Forces pass . Pan . Asses , fools , dolts ! chaff and bran , chaff and bran ! porridge after meat ! —I could live and die i̇ ' the eyes of Troi- lus . - Ne'er look , ne'er look ; the eagles are gone ...
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... 'd , beseech : ( 14 ) Then , though my heart's content firm love doth bear , Nothing of that shall from mine eyes appear . [ Exeunt . SCENE III . The Grecian camp . Before AGAMEMNON's tent 16 [ ACT I. TROILUS AND CRESSIDA .
... 'd , beseech : ( 14 ) Then , though my heart's content firm love doth bear , Nothing of that shall from mine eyes appear . [ Exeunt . SCENE III . The Grecian camp . Before AGAMEMNON's tent 16 [ ACT I. TROILUS AND CRESSIDA .
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