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... Apem . Are they not Athenians ? Tim . Yes . Apem . Then I repent not . Jew . You know me , Apemantus ? Apem . Thou know'st I do ; I call'd thee by thy name . Tim . Thou art proud , Apemantus . Apem . Of nothing so much as that I am not ...
... Apem . Are they not Athenians ? Tim . Yes . Apem . Then I repent not . Jew . You know me , Apemantus ? Apem . Thou know'st I do ; I call'd thee by thy name . Tim . Thou art proud , Apemantus . Apem . Of nothing so much as that I am not ...
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... Apem . Right , if doing nothing be death by the law . Tim . How likest thou this picture , Apeman- tus ? Apem . The best , for the innocence . Tim . Wrought he not well that painted it ? Apem . He wrought better that made the painter ...
... Apem . Right , if doing nothing be death by the law . Tim . How likest thou this picture , Apeman- tus ? Apem . The best , for the innocence . Tim . Wrought he not well that painted it ? Apem . He wrought better that made the painter ...
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... Apem . Thou liest . Poet . Art not one ? Apem . Yes . Poet . Then I lie not . Apem . Art not a poet ? How now , 220 Poet . Yes . Apem . Then thou liest look in thy last work , where thou hast feigned him a worthy fellow . Poet . That's ...
... Apem . Thou liest . Poet . Art not one ? Apem . Yes . Poet . Then I lie not . Apem . Art not a poet ? How now , 220 Poet . Yes . Apem . Then thou liest look in thy last work , where thou hast feigned him a worthy fellow . Poet . That's ...
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William Shakespeare, Sir Israel Gollancz. Apem . That I had no angry wit to be a lord . Art not thou a merchant ? Mer . Ay , Apemantus . Apem . Traffic confound thee , if the gods will not ! Mer . If traffic do it , the gods do it . Apem ...
William Shakespeare, Sir Israel Gollancz. Apem . That I had no angry wit to be a lord . Art not thou a merchant ? Mer . Ay , Apemantus . Apem . Traffic confound thee , if the gods will not ! Mer . If traffic do it , the gods do it . Apem ...
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... Apem . Time to be honest . First Lord . That time serves still . Apem . The most accursed thou , that still omitt'st it . Sec . Lord . Thou art going to Lord Timon's feast ? 270 Apem . Ay , to see meat fill knaves and wine heat fools ...
... Apem . Time to be honest . First Lord . That time serves still . Apem . The most accursed thou , that still omitt'st it . Sec . Lord . Thou art going to Lord Timon's feast ? 270 Apem . Ay , to see meat fill knaves and wine heat fools ...
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Sida 87 - O thou sweet king-killer, and dear divorce 'Twixt natural son and sire! thou bright defiler Of Hymen's purest bed! thou valiant Mars! Thou ever young, fresh, lov'd, and delicate wooer, Whose blush doth thaw the consecrated snow That lies on Dian's lap! thou visible god, That solder'st close impossibilities, And mak'st them kiss! that speak'st with every tongue, To every purpose!
Sida 55 - He's truly valiant, that can wisely suffer The worst that man can breathe ; and make his wrongs His outsides ; wear them like his raiment, carelessly ; And ne'er prefer his injuries to his heart, To bring it into danger.
Sida 66 - Thy mistress is o' the brothel! Son of sixteen, pluck the lined crutch from thy old limping sire, With it beat out his brains! Piety, and fear, Religion to the gods, peace, justice, truth, Domestic awe, night-rest, and neighbourhood, Instruction, manners, mysteries, and trades, Degrees, observances, customs, and laws, Decline to your confounding contraries, And let confusion live!