The Plays of Shakspeare: Printed from the Text of Samuel Johnson, George Steevens, and Isaac Reed, Volume 11Longman, Hurst, Rees, and Orme, 1807 |
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Pagina 10
... poor worm doth die for't . Kings are earth's gods : in vice their law's their will ; And if Jove stray , who dares say , Jove doth ill ? It is enough you know ; and it is fit , What being more known grows worse , to smother it . All ...
... poor worm doth die for't . Kings are earth's gods : in vice their law's their will ; And if Jove stray , who dares say , Jove doth ill ? It is enough you know ; and it is fit , What being more known grows worse , to smother it . All ...
Pagina 25
... poor men that were cast away before us , even now . 1 Fish . Alas , poor souls , it grieved my heart to hear what pitiful cries they made to us , to help them , when , well - a - day , we could scarce help ourselves . 3 Fish . Nay ...
... poor men that were cast away before us , even now . 1 Fish . Alas , poor souls , it grieved my heart to hear what pitiful cries they made to us , to help them , when , well - a - day , we could scarce help ourselves . 3 Fish . Nay ...
Pagina 28
... poor man's right in the law ; ' twill hard- ly come out . Ha ! bots on't , ' tis come at last , and ' tis turned to a rusty armour . Per . An armour , friends ! I pray you , let me see it . Thanks , fortune , yet , that after all my ...
... poor man's right in the law ; ' twill hard- ly come out . Ha ! bots on't , ' tis come at last , and ' tis turned to a rusty armour . Per . An armour , friends ! I pray you , let me see it . Thanks , fortune , yet , that after all my ...
Pagina 45
... poor ship drives , The lady shrieks , and , well - a - near ! Doth fall in travail with her fear : And what ensues in this fell storm , Shall , for itself , itself perform . I nill relate , action may Conveniently the rest convey ...
... poor ship drives , The lady shrieks , and , well - a - near ! Doth fall in travail with her fear : And what ensues in this fell storm , Shall , for itself , itself perform . I nill relate , action may Conveniently the rest convey ...
Pagina 47
... poor infant , this fresh - new sea - farer , I would , it would be quiet . 1 Sail . Slack the bolins there ; thou wilt not , wilt thou ? Blow , and split thyself . 3 Sail . But sea - room , an the brine and cloudy bil- low kiss the moon ...
... poor infant , this fresh - new sea - farer , I would , it would be quiet . 1 Sail . Slack the bolins there ; thou wilt not , wilt thou ? Blow , and split thyself . 3 Sail . But sea - room , an the brine and cloudy bil- low kiss the moon ...
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Alcib Alcibiades Antiochus Antium Apem Apemantus Athens Aufidius Bawd bear beseech blood Boult Caius Marcius Caph CLEON Cominius consul CORIOLANUS Corioli daughter Dionyza do't dost doth ears enemy Enter Exeunt Exit eyes fear Fish Flav fool fortune friends Gent give gods gold hate hath hear heart heaven Helicanus honest honour i'the king knight lady Lart look lord Timon lordship Lucullus Lychorida LYSIMACHUS Marina master MENENIUS Mitylene mother ne'er never noble o'the Pain patricians peace Pentapolis Pericles PHRYNIA Poet pr'ythee pray prince prince of Tyre Re-enter Roman Rome SCENE III.-The Senators Serv Servant SICINIUS Simonides speak sword tell Thai Thaisa thank Tharsus thee there's thine thing thou art thou hast thyself TITUS LARTIUS tongue tribunes Tyre unto VIRGILIA voices Volces VOLUMNIA What's worthy would'st
Populaire passages
Pagina 159 - Gold ? yellow, glittering, precious gold ? No, gods, I am no idle votarist. Roots, you clear heavens ! Thus much of this will make black white, foul fair, Wrong right, base noble, old young, coward valiant.
Pagina 295 - I loved the maid I married ; never man Sigh'd truer breath ; but that I see thee here, Thou noble thing ! more dances my rapt heart Than when I first my wedded mistress saw Bestride my threshold.
Pagina 322 - You have won a happy victory to Rome : But, for your son, — believe it, O, believe it, Most dangerously you have with him prevail'd, If not most mortal to him.
Pagina 317 - What is that curt'sy worth, or those doves' eyes, Which can make gods forsworn? — I melt, and am not Of stronger earth than others. — My mother bows ; As if Olympus to a molehill should In supplication nod; and my young boy Hath an aspect of intercession, which Great nature cries, Deny not.