The Life of Timon of Athens: According to the First Folio (spelling Modernised)Edmonston, 1879 - 72 sidor |
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... need me . ( Page 4. ) The Third Folio has " when he most needs me . " go not you hence Till I have thankt you : when dinners done Shew me this piece , I am joyful of your XV > •
... need me . ( Page 4. ) The Third Folio has " when he most needs me . " go not you hence Till I have thankt you : when dinners done Shew me this piece , I am joyful of your XV > •
Sida xxiii
... need me Page 1 4 ' Tis not enough to help the Feeble up Thou hast a Servant nam'd Lucilius · This Fellow here , L. Timon , this thy Creature And my estate deserves an Heir more rais'd Plutus the God of Gold I'll keep you Company · 29 པ ...
... need me Page 1 4 ' Tis not enough to help the Feeble up Thou hast a Servant nam'd Lucilius · This Fellow here , L. Timon , this thy Creature And my estate deserves an Heir more rais'd Plutus the God of Gold I'll keep you Company · 29 པ ...
Sida xxviii
... needs these Feasts , Pomps , and Vain - glories If I want Gold , steal but a Beggar's Dog Enter Steward , with many Bills With drunken spilth of Wine ; when every Room Thou disease of a Friend , and not himself Owes their Estates unto ...
... needs these Feasts , Pomps , and Vain - glories If I want Gold , steal but a Beggar's Dog Enter Steward , with many Bills With drunken spilth of Wine ; when every Room Thou disease of a Friend , and not himself Owes their Estates unto ...
Sida xxx
... needs dine with me : Go not you hence • Aches contract , and starve your supple Joints Ay , to see Meat fill Knaves , and Wine heat Fools I will fly like a Dog , the heels a'th'Ass And taste Lord Timon's Bounty • But breeds the giver a ...
... needs dine with me : Go not you hence • Aches contract , and starve your supple Joints Ay , to see Meat fill Knaves , and Wine heat Fools I will fly like a Dog , the heels a'th'Ass And taste Lord Timon's Bounty • But breeds the giver a ...
Sida xxxi
... need ' em And Thus far I confirm you Oh Joys , e'en made away And at that instant , like a Babe sprung up I laugh to think that Babe a Bastard There comes with them a Fore - runner They dance ? They are mad Women Like Madness is the ...
... need ' em And Thus far I confirm you Oh Joys , e'en made away And at that instant , like a Babe sprung up I laugh to think that Babe a Bastard There comes with them a Fore - runner They dance ? They are mad Women Like Madness is the ...
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The Life of Timon of Athens - According to the First Folio Allan Park Paton Ingen förhandsgranskning - 2010 |
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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.