The Plays of William Shakespeare: With Notes of Various Commentators, Volume 10G. Kearsley [Printed, 1806 |
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Pagina 25
... , fair ladies , Set a fair fashion on our entertainment , Which was not half so beautiful and kind ; You have added worth unto't , and lively lustre , And entertain'd me with my own device ; I am TIMON OF ATHENS . 25.
... , fair ladies , Set a fair fashion on our entertainment , Which was not half so beautiful and kind ; You have added worth unto't , and lively lustre , And entertain'd me with my own device ; I am TIMON OF ATHENS . 25.
Pagina 45
... Unto his honour , has my lord's meat in him : Why should it thrive , and turn to nutriment , When he is turn'd to poison ? O , may diseases only work upon't ! And , when he is sick to death , let not that part of nature Which my lord ...
... Unto his honour , has my lord's meat in him : Why should it thrive , and turn to nutriment , When he is turn'd to poison ? O , may diseases only work upon't ! And , when he is sick to death , let not that part of nature Which my lord ...
Pagina 49
... unto him . Serv . O my lord , They have all been touch'd , and found base metal ; for They have all deny'd him . Sem . How ! have they deny'd him ? Has Ventidius and Lucullus deny'd him ? And does he send to me ? Three ? humph ! - It ...
... unto him . Serv . O my lord , They have all been touch'd , and found base metal ; for They have all deny'd him . Sem . How ! have they deny'd him ? Has Ventidius and Lucullus deny'd him ? And does he send to me ? Three ? humph ! - It ...
Pagina 68
... unto our master's fortunes , We have seen better days . Let each take some ; Nay , put out all your hands . Thus part we rich in sorrow , [ Giving them money . Not one word more : parting poor . [ Exeunt Servants . O , the fierce ...
... unto our master's fortunes , We have seen better days . Let each take some ; Nay , put out all your hands . Thus part we rich in sorrow , [ Giving them money . Not one word more : parting poor . [ Exeunt Servants . O , the fierce ...
Pagina 88
... unto him ; and , as my lord , Still serve him with my life . - My dearest master ! TIMON comes forward from his cave . Tim . Away ! what art thou ? Flav . Have you forgot me , sir ? Tim . Why dost ask that ? I have forgot all men ; Then ...
... unto him ; and , as my lord , Still serve him with my life . - My dearest master ! TIMON comes forward from his cave . Tim . Away ! what art thou ? Flav . Have you forgot me , sir ? Tim . Why dost ask that ? I have forgot all men ; Then ...
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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.