The Plays of William Shakespeare: With Notes of Various Commentators, Volume 10G. Kearsley [Printed, 1806 |
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Pagina 15
... tongue , Which all men 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 ...
... tongue , Which all men 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 ...
Pagina 80
... tongues , the eyes , and hearts of men At duty , more than I could frame employment ; That numberless upon me stuck , as leaves Do on the oak , have with one winter's brush Fell from their boughs , and left me open , bare For every ...
... tongues , the eyes , and hearts of men At duty , more than I could frame employment ; That numberless upon me stuck , as leaves Do on the oak , have with one winter's brush Fell from their boughs , and left me open , bare For every ...
Pagina 84
... tongue could rot them off ! Tim . Away , thou issue of a mangy dog ! Choler does kill me , that thou art alive ; I swoon to see thee . Apem . Tim . ' Would thou would'st burst ! Away , Thou tedious rogue ! I am sorry , I shall lose A ...
... tongue could rot them off ! Tim . Away , thou issue of a mangy dog ! Choler does kill me , that thou art alive ; I swoon to see thee . Apem . Tim . ' Would thou would'st burst ! Away , Thou tedious rogue ! I am sorry , I shall lose A ...
Pagina 85
... tongue , To every purpose ! O thou touch of hearts ! Think , thy slave man rebels ; and by thy virtue Set them into confounding odds , That beasts may have the world in empire ! Apem . ' Would ' twere so ; — But not till I am dead ! —I ...
... tongue , To every purpose ! O thou touch of hearts ! Think , thy slave man rebels ; and by thy virtue Set them into confounding odds , That beasts may have the world in empire ! Apem . ' Would ' twere so ; — But not till I am dead ! —I ...
Pagina 98
... tongue , Consuming it with speaking ! 1 Sen. Worthy Timon , — Tim . Of none but such as you , and you of Timon . 2 Sen. The senators of Athens greet thee , Timon . Tim . I thank them ; and would send them back the plague , Could I but ...
... tongue , Consuming it with speaking ! 1 Sen. Worthy Timon , — Tim . Of none but such as you , and you of Timon . 2 Sen. The senators of Athens greet thee , Timon . Tim . I thank them ; and would send them back the plague , Could I but ...
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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.