The Life of Timon of Athens: According to the First Folio (spelling Modernised)Edmonston, 1879 - 72 sidor |
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... the devil knew not what he did , when he made man Politic ; he crossed himself by't : and I cannot think , but in the end , the Villanies of man will set hini clear . How fairly this Lord strives to appear foul ? Takes Virtuous Copies ...
... the devil knew not what he did , when he made man Politic ; he crossed himself by't : and I cannot think , but in the end , the Villanies of man will set hini clear . How fairly this Lord strives to appear foul ? Takes Virtuous Copies ...
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The Life of Timon of Athens: According to the First Folio (Spelling Modernised) William Shakespeare Ingen förhandsgranskning - 2019 |
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Alcibiades Apemantus Athens bear Beast better blood Bounty bring Capitals comes common Company confound Death dost drink Edition Emphasis-Capitals Enter Exeunt Exit eyes fall fear Feast Fellows Flatterer Folio Fool Fortune Fourth Folio Friends give Gods Gold gone grave hand hast hate hath hear heart Heavens hold honest Honour Horse I'll Jewel keep kind King Knaves labour live look Lord Timon Luci Master means meat mind Money Nature needs never Noble Original Page Pain Plague Plays Poet poor pray present Printers rich Second Senators sent Servant serve shew sound speak spirit stay Stew Steward tell thanks thee There's Thieves thine things Third thou art thyself Timon of Athens Tragedy true Villains wealth wert Whore wilt
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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.