The Life of Timon of Athens: According to the First Folio (spelling Modernised)Edmonston, 1879 - 72 sidor |
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... mean eyes have seen The foot above the head . Trumpets sound . Enter Lord Timon , addressing himself courteously to every Sutor . Tim . Imprison'd is he , say you ? Mes . Ay my good Lord , five Talents is his debt , His means most short ...
... mean eyes have seen The foot above the head . Trumpets sound . Enter Lord Timon , addressing himself courteously to every Sutor . Tim . Imprison'd is he , say you ? Mes . Ay my good Lord , five Talents is his debt , His means most short ...
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... 'st have kept one to thyself , for I mean to give thee none . 1 Hang thyself . Ape . No I will do nothing at thy bidding : Make thy requests to thy Friend . 2 Away unpeaceable Dog , Or I'll spurn thee hence TIMON OF ATHENS . 9.
... 'st have kept one to thyself , for I mean to give thee none . 1 Hang thyself . Ape . No I will do nothing at thy bidding : Make thy requests to thy Friend . 2 Away unpeaceable Dog , Or I'll spurn thee hence TIMON OF ATHENS . 9.
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... means , Honest Ventigius : You mistake my love , I gave it freely ever , and there's none Can truly say he gives , if he receives : If our betters play at that game , we must not dare To imitate them : faults that are rich are fair ...
... means , Honest Ventigius : You mistake my love , I gave it freely ever , and there's none Can truly say he gives , if he receives : If our betters play at that game , we must not dare To imitate them : faults that are rich are fair ...
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... means that Trump ? How now ? Enter Servant . Ser . Please you my Lord , there are certain Ladies Most desirous of admittance . Tim . Ladies ? what are their wills ? Ser . There comes with them a fore - runner my Lord , which bears that ...
... means that Trump ? How now ? Enter Servant . Ser . Please you my Lord , there are certain Ladies Most desirous of admittance . Tim . Ladies ? what are their wills ? Ser . There comes with them a fore - runner my Lord , which bears that ...
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... , I'll speak with you anon . Tim . You make me marvel wherefore ere this time Had you not fully laid my state before me , That I might so have rated my expense Exeunt . As I had leave of means . Stew . You 22 TIMON OF ATHENS .
... , I'll speak with you anon . Tim . You make me marvel wherefore ere this time Had you not fully laid my state before me , That I might so have rated my expense Exeunt . As I had leave of means . Stew . You 22 TIMON OF ATHENS .
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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.