The Plays of William Shakespeare: With Notes of Various Commentators, Volume 10G. Kearsley [Printed, 1806 |
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Pagina 10
... head against the steepy mount To climb his happiness , would be well express'd In our condition " . Poet . Nay , sir , but hear me on : All those which were his fellows but of late , ( Some better than his value , ) on the moment Follow ...
... head against the steepy mount To climb his happiness , would be well express'd In our condition " . Poet . Nay , sir , but hear me on : All those which were his fellows but of late , ( Some better than his value , ) on the moment Follow ...
Pagina 11
... head . 1 Trumpets sound . Enter TIMON , attended ; the Servant of Ventidius talking with him . Tim . Imprison'd is he , say you ? Ven . Serv . Ay , my good lord : five talents is his debt ; His means most short , his creditors most ...
... head . 1 Trumpets sound . Enter TIMON , attended ; the Servant of Ventidius talking with him . Tim . Imprison'd is he , say you ? Ven . Serv . Ay , my good lord : five talents is his debt ; His means most short , his creditors most ...
Pagina 38
... head , and wept ; Yea , ' gainst the authority of manners , pray'd you To hold your hand more close : I did endure Not seldom , nor no slight checks ; when I have Prompted you , in the ebb of your estate , And your great flow of debts ...
... head , and wept ; Yea , ' gainst the authority of manners , pray'd you To hold your hand more close : I did endure Not seldom , nor no slight checks ; when I have Prompted you , in the ebb of your estate , And your great flow of debts ...
Pagina 39
... head , sword , force , means , but is lord Timon's ? Great Timon , noble , worthy , royal Timon ? Ah ! when the means are gone , that buy this praise , The breath is gone whereof this praise is made : Feast - won , fast - lost ; one ...
... head , sword , force , means , but is lord Timon's ? Great Timon , noble , worthy , royal Timon ? Ah ! when the means are gone , that buy this praise , The breath is gone whereof this praise is made : Feast - won , fast - lost ; one ...
Pagina 41
... heads , and I am here No richer in return . Tim . Is't true ? can it be ? Flav . They answer , in a joint and corporate voice , That now they are at fall , want treasure , cannot Do what they would ; are sorry - you are honour- able ...
... heads , and I am here No richer in return . Tim . Is't true ? can it be ? Flav . They answer , in a joint and corporate voice , That now they are at fall , want treasure , cannot Do what they would ; are sorry - you are honour- able ...
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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.