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Enter Ajax and Therfites . A J A X. THE HER SITES , Ther : Agamemnon ya - how
if he had boiles- full , all over , generally . [ Talking to himself . Ajax . Tberfires ,
Ther . : Ther . And those boiles did runsay fodid not 342 TROILUS and
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Enter Ajax and Therfites . A J A X. THE HER SITES , Ther : Agamemnon ya - how
if he had boiles- full , all over , generally . [ Talking to himself . Ajax . Tberfires ,
Ther . : Ther . And those boiles did runsay fodid not 342 TROILUS and
CRESSIDA ...
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Ther . And those boiles did runsay fodid not the General run ? were not that a
botchy core ? Ajax . Dog ! Ther . Then there would come fome matter from him : I
see none now . Ajax . Thou bitch - wolf's fon , canst thou not hear ? feel then .
Ther . And those boiles did runsay fodid not the General run ? were not that a
botchy core ? Ajax . Dog ! Ther . Then there would come fome matter from him : I
see none now . Ajax . Thou bitch - wolf's fon , canst thou not hear ? feel then .
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Ther . He would pound thee into shivers with his fift , as a sailor breaks a bisket .
Ajax . You whorson cur ! [ Beating him . Ther . Do , do . Ajax . Thou stool for a
witch ! Ther . Ay , do , do , thou fodden - witted lord ; thou haft no more brain than I
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Ther . He would pound thee into shivers with his fift , as a sailor breaks a bisket .
Ajax . You whorson cur ! [ Beating him . Ther . Do , do . Ajax . Thou stool for a
witch ! Ther . Ay , do , do , thou fodden - witted lord ; thou haft no more brain than I
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Ther . Has not so much witAchil . Nay , I must hold you . Ther . As will stop the eye
of Helen's needle , for whom he comes to fight . Achil . Peace , fool ! Ther . I would
have peace and quietness , but the fool will not : he there , that he , look you ...
Ther . Has not so much witAchil . Nay , I must hold you . Ther . As will stop the eye
of Helen's needle , for whom he comes to fight . Achil . Peace , fool ! Ther . I would
have peace and quietness , but the fool will not : he there , that he , look you ...
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Patr . What , art chou devout ? walt thou in prayer ? Ther . Ay , the heav'ns hear
me Enter Achilles . Achil . Who's there ? Patr . Therfites , my lord . Achil , Where ,
where i art thou come ? why , my cheese , my digestion - why halt thou not served
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Patr . What , art chou devout ? walt thou in prayer ? Ther . Ay , the heav'ns hear
me Enter Achilles . Achil . Who's there ? Patr . Therfites , my lord . Achil , Where ,
where i art thou come ? why , my cheese , my digestion - why halt thou not served
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Achilles Ajax anſwer Antony arms bear better blood bring brother Brutus Cæfar Cæſar Caſca changes Cleo Cleopatra Clot comes dead dear death doth ears Enter Eros Exeunt Exit eyes fair fall fear fight firſt follow fool fortune friends give Gods gone Guid hand hath head hear heart Hector himſelf hold honour I'll Italy keep King lach lady leave live look lord Madam Mark matter mean meet morrow moſt muſt nature never night noble once peace Pleb Poft poor pray Queen reaſon Roman Rome ſay SCENE ſee ſhall ſhe ſhould ſome ſpeak ſtand ſtrange ſuch ſweet ſword tell thee Ther there's theſe thing thoſe thou thought Troi Troilus true What's whoſe worth
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Página 54 - I come not, friends, to steal away your hearts: I am no orator, as Brutus is; But, as you know me all, a plain blunt man, That love my friend; and that they know full well That gave me public leave to speak of him. For I have neither wit, nor words, nor worth, Action, nor utterance, nor the power of speech, To stir men's blood : I only speak right on...
Página 49 - 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 170 - Sometime, we see a cloud that's dragonish, A vapour, sometime, like a bear, or lion, A tower'd citadel, a pendant rock, A forked mountain, or blue promontory With trees upon't, that nod unto the world, And mock our eyes with air: thou hast seen these signs; They are black vesper's pageants.
Página 60 - What, shall one of us, That struck the foremost man of all this world But for supporting robbers, shall we now Contaminate our fingers with base bribes, And sell the mighty space of our large honours For so much trash as may be grasped thus ? I had rather be a dog, and bay the moon, Than such a Roman.
Página 12 - Why should that name be sounded more than yours? Write them together, yours is as fair a name; Sound them, it doth become the mouth as well; Weigh them, it is as heavy; conjure with 'em, Brutus will start a spirit as soon as Caesar.
Página 186 - His legs bestrid the ocean: his rear'd arm Crested the world : his voice was propertied As all the tuned spheres, and that to friends ; But when he meant to quail and shake the orb, He was as rattling thunder. For his bounty, There was no winter in't; an autumn 'twas, That grew the more by reaping...
Página 51 - I thrice presented him a kingly crown, Which he did thrice refuse : was this ambition? Yet Brutus says he was ambitious; And, sure, he is an honourable man.
Página 83 - O'erflows the measure : those his goodly eyes, That o'er the files and musters of the war Have glow'd like plated Mars, now bend, now turn, The office and devotion of their view Upon a tawny front : his captain's heart, Which in the scuffles of great fights hath burst The buckles on his breast, reneges all temper; And is become the bellows, and the fan, To cool a gipsy's lust.
Página 178 - O, wither'd is the garland of the war, The soldier's pole is fall'n : young boys and girls Are level now with men ; the odds is gone, And there is nothing left remarkable Beneath the visiting moon.
Página 11 - Why, man, he doth bestride the narrow world, Like a Colossus ; and we petty men Walk under his huge legs, and peep about To find ourselves dishonourable graves.
Información bibliográfica
| Título | The Works of Shakespeare, Volumen7 The Works of Shakespeare, William Shakespeare |
| Autor | William Shakespeare |
| Editor | J. and P. Knapton, 1752 |
| Procedencia del original | Biblioteca Pública de Nueva York |
| Digitalizado | 3 Abr. 2007 |
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