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 65
... voice . Bawd . And I pr'ythee tell me , how dost thou find the inclination of the people , especially of the younger sort ? Boult . ' Faith , they listened to me , as they would have harkened to their father's testament . There was a ...
... voice . Bawd . And I pr'ythee tell me , how dost thou find the inclination of the people , especially of the younger sort ? Boult . ' Faith , they listened to me , as they would have harkened to their father's testament . There was a ...
Pagina 92
... Voice and favour ! -- You are , you are - O , royal Pericles ! — [ She faints . Per . What means the woman ? she dies ! help , gen- tlemen ! Cer . Noble sir , If you have told Diana's altar true , This is your wife . Per . Reverend ...
... Voice and favour ! -- You are , you are - O , royal Pericles ! — [ She faints . Per . What means the woman ? she dies ! help , gen- tlemen ! Cer . Noble sir , If you have told Diana's altar true , This is your wife . Per . Reverend ...
Pagina 132
... voice , That now they are at fall , want treasure , cannot Do what they would ; are sorry — you are honourable , — But yet they could have wish'd - they know not - but Something hath been amiss - a noble nature May catch a wrench ...
... voice , That now they are at fall , want treasure , cannot Do what they would ; are sorry — you are honourable , — But yet they could have wish'd - they know not - but Something hath been amiss - a noble nature May catch a wrench ...
Pagina 146
... voice to it ; the fault's Bloody ; ' tis necessary he should die : Nothing emboldens sin so much as mercy . 2 Sen. Most true ; the law shall bruise him . Alcib . Honour , health , and compassion to the senate ! 1 Sen. Now , captain ...
... voice to it ; the fault's Bloody ; ' tis necessary he should die : Nothing emboldens sin so much as mercy . 2 Sen. Most true ; the law shall bruise him . Alcib . Honour , health , and compassion to the senate ! 1 Sen. Now , captain ...
Pagina 164
... voice , That he may never more false title plead , Nor sound his quillets shrilly : hoar the flamen , That scolds against the quality of flesh , And not believes himself : down with the nose , Down with it flat ; take the bridge quite ...
... voice , That he may never more false title plead , Nor sound his quillets shrilly : hoar the flamen , That scolds against the quality of flesh , And not believes himself : down with the nose , Down with it flat ; take the bridge quite ...
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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
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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.
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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.