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Page 328
IN Troy, there lies the scene. From isles of Greece The princes orgulous, their
high blood chaFd, Have to the port of Athens sent their ships Fraught with the
ministers and instruments, Of cruel war : Sixty and nine, that wore Their crownets
regal, ...
IN Troy, there lies the scene. From isles of Greece The princes orgulous, their
high blood chaFd, Have to the port of Athens sent their ships Fraught with the
ministers and instruments, Of cruel war : Sixty and nine, that wore Their crownets
regal, ...
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PRIAM, King of Troy: HECTOR, TROILUS, PARIS, y Us Sons. DEIPHOBUS,
HELENUS, ' > Trojan Cammanders. ANTENOR, ) CALCHAS, aTrojan Priest,
taking part with theGruks. PAN DARUS, Uncle to Cressida. MAROARELON, a
bastard ...
PRIAM, King of Troy: HECTOR, TROILUS, PARIS, y Us Sons. DEIPHOBUS,
HELENUS, ' > Trojan Cammanders. ANTENOR, ) CALCHAS, aTrojan Priest,
taking part with theGruks. PAN DARUS, Uncle to Cressida. MAROARELON, a
bastard ...
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Sir, pardon; 'tis for Agamemnon's ears. Agam. He hears nought privately, that
comes from Troy. JEne. Nor I from Troy come not to whisper him : I bring a
trumpet to awake liis ear ; To set his sense on the attentive bent, And then to
speak. Agam.
Sir, pardon; 'tis for Agamemnon's ears. Agam. He hears nought privately, that
comes from Troy. JEne. Nor I from Troy come not to whisper him : I bring a
trumpet to awake liis ear ; To set his sense on the attentive bent, And then to
speak. Agam.
Page 402
Appear it to your mind, That, through the sight I bear in things, to Jove I have
abandon'd Troy, left my possession, Incurr'd a traitor's name ; expos'd myself,
From certain and possess'd conveniences, To doubtful fortunes ; sequest'ring
from me ...
Appear it to your mind, That, through the sight I bear in things, to Jove I have
abandon'd Troy, left my possession, Incurr'd a traitor's name ; expos'd myself,
From certain and possess'd conveniences, To doubtful fortunes ; sequest'ring
from me ...
Page 468
If in his death the gods have us befriended, Great Troy is ours, and our sharp
wars are ended. [Exeunt, marching. SCENE XL Another Part of the Field. Enter
JENEAS, and Trojans. jEnc. Stand, ho! yet are we masters of the field: Never go
home ...
If in his death the gods have us befriended, Great Troy is ours, and our sharp
wars are ended. [Exeunt, marching. SCENE XL Another Part of the Field. Enter
JENEAS, and Trojans. jEnc. Stand, ho! yet are we masters of the field: Never go
home ...
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Achilles Agam Agamemnon Ajax Anne Antenor bear blood brother Buck Buckingham Calchas call'd cardinal Catesby Cham Clar Clarence conscience cousin Cres Cressida curse death Diomed Dorset doth Duch duke Edward Eliz Enter Exeunt Exit eyes fair Farewell father fear fool friends Gent gentle give Gloster grace Grecian Greek hand Hast hath hear heart heaven Hect Hector Helen holy honour i'the JOHNSON Kath King RICHARD king's lady live look lord Lord Chamberlain lord Hastings madam Menelaus Murd Neoptolemus Nestor night noble o'the Pandarus Patr Patroclus peace poor Pr'ythee pray Priam prince queen Rich Richmond royal SCENE Shakspeare sir Thomas Sir THOMAS LOVELL sorrow soul speak Stan sweet sword tell tent thee Ther There's Thersites thou art to-morrow tongue Troilus Troilus and Cressida Trojan Troy trumpet Ulyss uncle unto York
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| Title | The Plays of William Shakespeare: With Notes of Various Commentators, Issue 9 The Plays of William Shakespeare: With Notes of Various Commentators, William Shakespeare |
| Author | William Shakespeare |
| Publisher | G. Kearsley [Printed, 1806 |
| Original from | the New York Public Library |
| Digitized | 3 Jan 2007 |
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