Characters of Shakespeare's PlaysWells and Lilly, 1818 - 352 sidor |
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... Apemantus , and in the impassioned and more terrible imprecations of Timon . The latter remind the classical reader of the force and swel- ling impetuosity of the moral declamations in Juvenal , while the former have all the keenness ...
... Apemantus , and in the impassioned and more terrible imprecations of Timon . The latter remind the classical reader of the force and swel- ling impetuosity of the moral declamations in Juvenal , while the former have all the keenness ...
Sida 78
... Apemantus's taunting questions , when he comes to reproach him with the change in his way of life ! " What , think'st thou , That the bleak air , thy boisterous chamberlain , Will put thy shirt on warm ? will these moist trees T That ...
... Apemantus's taunting questions , when he comes to reproach him with the change in his way of life ! " What , think'st thou , That the bleak air , thy boisterous chamberlain , Will put thy shirt on warm ? will these moist trees T That ...
Sida 79
... Apemantus does not pass undetected amidst the grossness of his sarcasms and his con- tempt for the pretensions of others . Even the two courtezans who accompany Alcibiades to the cave of Timon are very characteristically sketched ; and ...
... Apemantus does not pass undetected amidst the grossness of his sarcasms and his con- tempt for the pretensions of others . Even the two courtezans who accompany Alcibiades to the cave of Timon are very characteristically sketched ; and ...
Sida 80
... Apemantus , which turns every thing to gall and bitterness , shews only the natural virulence of his temper and antipathy to good or evil alike , Timon does not utter an imprecation without betraying the extravagant workings of ...
... Apemantus , which turns every thing to gall and bitterness , shews only the natural virulence of his temper and antipathy to good or evil alike , Timon does not utter an imprecation without betraying the extravagant workings of ...
Sida 82
... Apemantus , who asks him , " What things in the world can'st thou nearest compare with thy flatterers ? Timon . Women nearest : but men , men are the things them- selves . " Apemantus , it is said , " loved few things better than to ...
... Apemantus , who asks him , " What things in the world can'st thou nearest compare with thy flatterers ? Timon . Women nearest : but men , men are the things them- selves . " Apemantus , it is said , " loved few things better than to ...
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Sida 177 - This royal throne of kings, this scept'red isle, This earth of majesty, this seat of Mars, This other Eden, demi-paradise, This fortress built by Nature for herself Against infection and the hand of war, This happy breed of men, this little world, This precious stone set in the silver sea...
Sida 127 - And ye, that on the sands with printless foot Do chase the ebbing Neptune and do fly him When he comes back ; you demi-puppets that By moonshine do the green sour ringlets make, Whereof the ewe not bites...
Sida 52 - That Tiber trembled underneath her banks To hear the replication of your sounds Made in her concave shores ? And do you now put on your best attire, And do you now cull out a holiday, And do you now strew flowers in his way That comes in triumph over Pompey's blood? Begone ! Run to your houses, fall upon your knees, Pray to the gods to intermit the plague That needs must light on this ingratitude.
Sida 251 - I am a Jew: hath not a Jew eyes? hath not a Jew hands, organs, dimensions, senses, affections, passions? fed with the same food, hurt with the same weapons, subject to the same diseases, healed by' the same means, warmed and cooled by the same winter and summer, as a Christian is?
Sida 254 - Let me play the fool : With mirth and laughter let old wrinkles come, And let my liver rather heat with wine, Than my heart cool with mortifying groans. Why should a man, whose blood is warm within, Sit like his grandsire cut in alabaster?
Sida 295 - Thou art by no means valiant; For thou dost fear the soft and tender fork Of a poor worm : Thy best of rest is sleep, And that thou oft provok'st; yet grossly fear'st Thy death, which is no more, Thou art not thyself...
Sida 318 - When, in disgrace with Fortune and men's eyes, I all alone beweep my outcast state And trouble deaf heaven with my bootless cries And look upon myself and curse my fate. Wishing me like to one more rich in hope, Featured like him, like him with friends possess'd, Desiring this man's art and that man's scope.
Sida 169 - I'll kneel down, And ask of thee forgiveness. So we'll live, And pray, and sing, and tell old tales, and laugh At gilded butterflies, and hear poor rogues Talk of court news ; and we'll talk with them too, Who loses,- and who wins ; who's in, who's out ; And take...
Sida 170 - Kent. Vex not his ghost. O, let him pass! He hates him That would upon the rack of this tough world Stretch him out longer.
Sida 154 - This is the excellent foppery of the world, that, when we are sick in fortune, — often the surfeit of our own behaviour, — we make guilty of our disasters the sun, the moon, and the stars...