The Life of Timon of Athens: According to the First Folio (spelling Modernised)Edmonston, 1879 - 72 sidor |
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... Exeunt . Ape . Ay , to see meat fill Knaves , and Wine heat fools . 2 Farthee well , farthee well . Ape . Thou art a Fool to bid me farewell twice . 2 Why Apemantus ? Ape . Should'st have kept one to thyself , for I mean to give thee ...
... Exeunt . Ape . Ay , to see meat fill Knaves , and Wine heat fools . 2 Farthee well , farthee well . Ape . Thou art a Fool to bid me farewell twice . 2 Why Apemantus ? Ape . Should'st have kept one to thyself , for I mean to give thee ...
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... Exeunt . A great Banquet serv'd in : and then , Enter Lord Timon , the States , the Athenian Lords , Ventigius which Timon redeem'd from prison . Then comes dropping after all Apemantus discontentedly like himself . Ventig . Most ...
... Exeunt . A great Banquet serv'd in : and then , Enter Lord Timon , the States , the Athenian Lords , Ventigius which Timon redeem'd from prison . Then comes dropping after all Apemantus discontentedly like himself . Ventig . Most ...
Sida 14
... . Aper . Faith for the worst is filthy , and would not hold taking , I doubt me . Tim . Ladies , there is an idle banquet attends you , Please you to dispose your selves . Exeunt . All La . Most thankfully , my Lord 14 TIMON OF ATHENS .
... . Aper . Faith for the worst is filthy , and would not hold taking , I doubt me . Tim . Ladies , there is an idle banquet attends you , Please you to dispose your selves . Exeunt . All La . Most thankfully , my Lord 14 TIMON OF ATHENS .
Sida 15
According to the First Folio (spelling Modernised) William Shakespeare Allan Park Paton. Exeunt . All La . Most thankfully , my Lord . Tim . Flavius . Fla . My Lord . Tim . The little Casket bring me hither . Fla . Yes , my Lord . More ...
According to the First Folio (spelling Modernised) William Shakespeare Allan Park Paton. Exeunt . All La . Most thankfully , my Lord . Tim . Flavius . Fla . My Lord . Tim . The little Casket bring me hither . Fla . Yes , my Lord . More ...
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... Exeunt Lords Aper . What a coil's here , serving of becks , and jutting out of bums . I doubt whether their Legs be worth the sums that are given for ' em . Friendships full of dregs , Methinks false hearts , should never have sound ...
... Exeunt Lords Aper . What a coil's here , serving of becks , and jutting out of bums . I doubt whether their Legs be worth the sums that are given for ' em . Friendships full of dregs , Methinks false hearts , should never have sound ...
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Alcibiades Apemantus Aper Athenian Beast Beggar Bounty Caphis Capitals confound thee curse Cymbeline dost thou doth e'en Emphasis-Capitals Enter Timon Exeunt Exit eyes Feast Fellows Flam Flaminius Flatterer Fool Fortune Fourth Folio Friends Gentleman give Gods Gold grave Hamnet Edition hate hath hear heart Heavens honest Honour Horse Jewel Julius Cæsar King Henry King Henry VI Knaves labour live Lord Timon Lordship Luci Lucullus Mankind Master meat mend Methinks Money ne'er Noble Timon Oldm Pain Paton Plague Plutus Poet poor pray Printers prithee Senators Servant Servilius Shakspere Shakspere's shew should'st Slave speak Stew tell th'art There's Thief Thieves thine Third Folio thou art thou hast thou wert thou wilt thyself Timon of Athens Titus Andronicus Tragedy Tragedy of Macbeth Troilus and Cressida Usurers valiant Varro Villains Whore would'st
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Sida 45 - 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 accurs'd ; Make the hoar leprosy ador'd ; place thieves, And give them title, knee, and approbation, With senators on the bench...
Sida 58 - 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.
Sida 68 - 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.
Sida 2 - The fire i' the flint Shows not, till it be struck ; our gentle flame Provokes itself, and, like the current, flies Each bound it chafes.* What have you there ? PAIN.