The Life of Timon of Athens: According to the First Folio (spelling Modernised)Edmonston, 1879 - 72 sidor |
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... Horses . ( Page 18. ) The Third and Fourth Folios have " An able Horse . " Plays in the right hand , thus : but tell him , ( Page 18. ) The Third Folio has " but tell him , Sirrah . ” There are also several slight indications in the ...
... Horses . ( Page 18. ) The Third and Fourth Folios have " An able Horse . " Plays in the right hand , thus : but tell him , ( Page 18. ) The Third Folio has " but tell him , Sirrah . ” There are also several slight indications in the ...
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... Horses May it please your Honor , Lord Lucius . If I would sell my Horse , and buy twenty mo Better than he ; why give my Horse to Timon My Uses cry to me ; I must serve my turn Contain thyself , good Friend Wheres the Fool now ? Speak ...
... Horses May it please your Honor , Lord Lucius . If I would sell my Horse , and buy twenty mo Better than he ; why give my Horse to Timon My Uses cry to me ; I must serve my turn Contain thyself , good Friend Wheres the Fool now ? Speak ...
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... · be Whores still 48 99 48 • 39 48 99 And be no Turn - Coats Paint till a Horse may mire A Pox of wrinkles Crack the Lawyers Voice . • • 49 49 99 49 " " པ 49 22 And Ditches grave you all More Whore , more Mischief ( xxxiv )
... · be Whores still 48 99 48 • 39 48 99 And be no Turn - Coats Paint till a Horse may mire A Pox of wrinkles Crack the Lawyers Voice . • • 49 49 99 49 " " པ 49 22 And Ditches grave you all More Whore , more Mischief ( xxxiv )
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... Horse All of Companionship . Tim . Pray entertain them , give them guide to us . You must needs dine with me : go not you hence Till I have thankt you : when dinners done Shew me this piece , I am joyful of your sights . Enter ...
... Horse All of Companionship . Tim . Pray entertain them , give them guide to us . You must needs dine with me : go not you hence Till I have thankt you : when dinners done Shew me this piece , I am joyful of your sights . Enter ...
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... Horses . Tim . O my Friends : I have one word to say to you : Look you , my good L. I must intreat you honour me so much , As to advance this Jewel , accept it , and wear it , Kind my Lord . 1 Lord . I am so far already in your gifts ...
... Horses . Tim . O my Friends : I have one word to say to you : Look you , my good L. I must intreat you honour me so much , As to advance this Jewel , accept it , and wear it , Kind my Lord . 1 Lord . I am so far already in your gifts ...
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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.