The Plays of William Shakespeare: With Notes of Various Commentators, Volume 10G. Kearsley [Printed, 1806 |
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Pagina 10
... speak together . Poet . Sir , I have upon a high and pleasant hill , Feign'd Fortune to be thron'd : The base o'the mount Is rank'd with all deserts , all kind of natures , That labour on the bosom of this sphere To propagate their ...
... speak together . Poet . Sir , I have upon a high and pleasant hill , Feign'd Fortune to be thron'd : The base o'the mount Is rank'd with all deserts , all kind of natures , That labour on the bosom of this sphere To propagate their ...
Pagina 12
... speak . Tim . [ Exit . Freely , good father . Old Ath . Thou hast a servant nam'd Lucilius . Tim . I have so : what of him ? Old Ath . Most noble Timon , call the man before thee . Tim . Attends he here , or no ? -Lucilius ! Enter ...
... speak . Tim . [ Exit . Freely , good father . Old Ath . Thou hast a servant nam'd Lucilius . Tim . I have so : what of him ? Old Ath . Most noble Timon , call the man before thee . Tim . Attends he here , or no ? -Lucilius ! Enter ...
Pagina 15
... speak with him . Tim . Look , who comes here . Will you be chid ? 13 Enter APEMANTUS . Jew . We will bear , with your lordship . Mer . He'll spare none . Tim . Good morrow to thee , gentle Apemantus ! Apem . Till I be gentle , stay for ...
... speak with him . Tim . Look , who comes here . Will you be chid ? 13 Enter APEMANTUS . Jew . We will bear , with your lordship . Mer . He'll spare none . Tim . Good morrow to thee , gentle Apemantus ! Apem . Till I be gentle , stay for ...
Pagina 23
... speak in your own behalf ; and thus far I confirm you . O , you gods , think I , what need we have any friends , if we should never have need of them ? they were the most needless creatures living , should we ne'er have use for them ...
... speak in your own behalf ; and thus far I confirm you . O , you gods , think I , what need we have any friends , if we should never have need of them ? they were the most needless creatures living , should we ne'er have use for them ...
Pagina 35
... speak not to thee . Apem . No , ' tis to thyself . - Come away . [ To the Fool . Isid . Serv . [ To Var . Serv . ] There's the fool hangs on your back already . Apem . No , thou stand'st single , thou art not on him yet . Caph . Where's ...
... speak not to thee . Apem . No , ' tis to thyself . - Come away . [ To the Fool . Isid . Serv . [ To Var . Serv . ] There's the fool hangs on your back already . Apem . No , thou stand'st single , thou art not on him yet . Caph . Where's ...
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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.