The Life of Timon of Athens: According to the First Folio (spelling Modernised)Edmonston, 1879 - 72 sidor |
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... kind of Natures That labour on the bosom of this Sphere , To propagate their states ; among'st them all , Whose eyes are on this Sovereign Lady fixt , One do I personate of Lord Timons frame , Whom Fortune with her Ivory hand wafts to ...
... kind of Natures That labour on the bosom of this Sphere , To propagate their states ; among'st them all , Whose eyes are on this Sovereign Lady fixt , One do I personate of Lord Timons frame , Whom Fortune with her Ivory hand wafts to ...
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... kind admittance . Music make their welcome . Luc . You see my Lord , how ample y'are belov'd . Aper . Hoyday , What a sweep of vanity comes this way . They dance ? They are mad women , Like Madness is the glory of this life , As this ...
... kind admittance . Music make their welcome . Luc . You see my Lord , how ample y'are belov'd . Aper . Hoyday , What a sweep of vanity comes this way . They dance ? They are mad women , Like Madness is the glory of this life , As this ...
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... Kind my Lord . 1 Lord . I am so far already in your gifts . All . So are we all . Enter a Servant . Exit . Ser . My Lord , there are certain Nobles of the Senate newly alighted , and come to visit you . Tim . They are fairly welcome ...
... Kind my Lord . 1 Lord . I am so far already in your gifts . All . So are we all . Enter a Servant . Exit . Ser . My Lord , there are certain Nobles of the Senate newly alighted , and come to visit you . Tim . They are fairly welcome ...
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... kind , that he now pays interest for't ; His Land's put to their Books . Well , would I were Gently put out of Office , before I were forc'd out : Happier is he that has no friend to feed , Than such that do e'en Enemies exceed . I ...
... kind , that he now pays interest for't ; His Land's put to their Books . Well , would I were Gently put out of Office , before I were forc'd out : Happier is he that has no friend to feed , Than such that do e'en Enemies exceed . I ...
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... kind to heart , ' tis not enough to give : Methinks , I could deal Kingdoms to my Friends , And ne'er be weary . Alcibiades , Thou art a Soldier , therefore seldom rich , It comes in Charity to thee : for all thy living Is mong'st the ...
... kind to heart , ' tis not enough to give : Methinks , I could deal Kingdoms to my Friends , And ne'er be weary . Alcibiades , Thou art a Soldier , therefore seldom rich , It comes in Charity to thee : for all thy living Is mong'st the ...
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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.