The Plays of William Shakespeare: With Notes of Various Commentators, Volume 10G. Kearsley [Printed, 1806 |
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Pagina 36
... bawd . Page . Thou wast whelp'd a dog ; and thou shalt famish , a dog's death . Answer not , I am gone . go [ Exit Page . Apem . Even so thou out - run'st grace . Fool , I will with you to lord Timon's . Fool . Will you leave me there ...
... bawd . Page . Thou wast whelp'd a dog ; and thou shalt famish , a dog's death . Answer not , I am gone . go [ Exit Page . Apem . Even so thou out - run'st grace . Fool , I will with you to lord Timon's . Fool . Will you leave me there ...
Pagina 74
... bawd : Let not the virgin's cheek Make soft thy trenchant sword ; for those milk - paps , That through the window - bars bore at men's eyes , Are not within the leaf of pity writ , Set them down horrible traitors : Spare not the babe ...
... bawd : Let not the virgin's cheek Make soft thy trenchant sword ; for those milk - paps , That through the window - bars bore at men's eyes , Are not within the leaf of pity writ , Set them down horrible traitors : Spare not the babe ...
Pagina 75
... bawd . Hold up , you sluts , Your aprons mountant : You are not oathable , - Although , I know , you'll swear , terribly swear , Into strong shudders , and to heavenly agues , The immortal gods that hear you , -spare your oaths , I'll ...
... bawd . Hold up , you sluts , Your aprons mountant : You are not oathable , - Although , I know , you'll swear , terribly swear , Into strong shudders , and to heavenly agues , The immortal gods that hear you , -spare your oaths , I'll ...
Pagina 313
... Bawd , and BOULT . Pand . Boult . Boult . Sir . Pand . Search the market narrowly ; Mitylene is full of gallants . We lost too much money this mart , by being too wenchless . Bawd . We were never so much out of creatures . We have but ...
... Bawd , and BOULT . Pand . Boult . Boult . Sir . Pand . Search the market narrowly ; Mitylene is full of gallants . We lost too much money this mart , by being too wenchless . Bawd . We were never so much out of creatures . We have but ...
Pagina 314
... Bawd . Thou say'st true : ' tis not the bringing up of poor bastards , as I think , I have brought up some eleven- Boult . Ay , to eleven , and brought them down again . But shall I search the market ? Baud . What else , man ? The stuff ...
... Bawd . Thou say'st true : ' tis not the bringing up of poor bastards , as I think , I have brought up some eleven- Boult . Ay , to eleven , and brought them down again . But shall I search the market ? Baud . What else , man ? The stuff ...
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Aaron Alcib Alcibiades Antiochus Apem Apemantus Athens Bassianus Bawd blood Boult brother CHIRON Cleon daughter dead death deed DEMETRIUS Dionyza dost thou doth emperor empress Enter Ephesus Exeunt Exit eyes father fear feast Fish Flav fool fortune friends give gods gold Goths Gower grief hand hath hear heart heaven Helicanus hither honest honour JOHNSON king knight lady Lavinia live look lord Timon lordship Lucius Lucullus Lychorida Lysimachus Marcus Marina mistress Mitylene musick ne'er never noble Pain Pentapolis Pericles Phrynia Poet pray prince PRINCE OF TYRE queen revenge Rome Rome's Saturninus SCENE Senators Serv Servant Shakspeare Simonides sons sorrow speak STEEVENS sweet Tamora tears tell Thai Thaisa Tharsus thee There's thine thou art thou hast thyself TIMON OF ATHENS TITUS ANDRONICUS tongue tribune Tyre unto villain weep would'st
Populaire passages
Pagina 71 - Thus much of this will make black white, foul fair, Wrong right, base noble, old young, coward valiant. Ha, you gods! why this? what this, you gods? Why, this Will lug your priests and servants from your sides, Pluck stout men's pillows from below their heads: This yellow slave Will knit and break religions, bless the accursed, Make the hoar leprosy adored, place thieves And give them title, knee and approbation With senators on the bench...
Pagina 87 - The sun's a thief, and with his great attraction Robs the vast sea : the moon's an arrant thief, And her pale fire she snatches from the sun : The sea's a thief, whose liquid surge resolves The moon into salt tears : the earth's a thief, That feeds and breeds by a composture stolen From general excrement : each thing's a thief ; The laws, your curb and whip, in their rough power Have uncheck'd theft.
Pagina 101 - Come not to me again : but say to Athens, Timon hath made his everlasting mansion Upon the beached verge of the salt flood ; Who once a day with his embossed froth The turbulent surge shall cover : thither come, And let my grave-stone be your oracle.