The Life of Timon of Athens: According to the First Folio (spelling Modernised)Edmonston, 1879 - 72 sidor |
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... Pain . I am glad y'are well . doors . Poet . I have not seen you long , how goes the World ? Pain . It wears sir , as it grows . Poet . Ay that's well known : But what particular Rarity ? What strange , Which manifold record not matches ...
... Pain . I am glad y'are well . doors . Poet . I have not seen you long , how goes the World ? Pain . It wears sir , as it grows . Poet . Ay that's well known : But what particular Rarity ? What strange , Which manifold record not matches ...
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... Pain . A Picture sir : when comes your Book forth ? Poet . Upon the heels of my presentment sir . Let's see your piece . Pain . ' Tis a good Piece . Poet . So ' tis , this comes off well , and excellent . Pain . Indifferent . Poet ...
... Pain . A Picture sir : when comes your Book forth ? Poet . Upon the heels of my presentment sir . Let's see your piece . Pain . ' Tis a good Piece . Poet . So ' tis , this comes off well , and excellent . Pain . Indifferent . Poet ...
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... Pain . How shall I understand you ? Poet . I will unbolt to you . You see how all Conditions , how all Minds , As well of glib and slipp'ry Creatures , as Of Grave and austere quality , tender down Their services to Lord Timon : his ...
... Pain . How shall I understand you ? Poet . I will unbolt to you . You see how all Conditions , how all Minds , As well of glib and slipp'ry Creatures , as Of Grave and austere quality , tender down Their services to Lord Timon : his ...
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... Pain . Ay marry , what of these ? Poet . When Fortune in her shift and change of mood Spurns down her late beloved ; all his Dependants Which labour'd after him to the Mountains top , Even on their knees and hand , let him sit down ...
... Pain . Ay marry , what of these ? Poet . When Fortune in her shift and change of mood Spurns down her late beloved ; all his Dependants Which labour'd after him to the Mountains top , Even on their knees and hand , let him sit down ...
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... Pain . A piece of Painting , which I do beseech Your Lordship to accept . Tim . Painting is welcome . The Painting is almost the Natural man : For since Dishonour Traffics with mans Nature , He is but out - side : These Pencil'd Figures ...
... Pain . A piece of Painting , which I do beseech Your Lordship to accept . Tim . Painting is welcome . The Painting is almost the Natural man : For since Dishonour Traffics with mans Nature , He is but out - side : These Pencil'd Figures ...
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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.