The Temple Shakespeare, Volym 34J.M. Dent and Company, 1899 |
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... confound thee , if the gods will not ! Mer . If traffic do it , the gods do it . Apem . Traffic's thy god ; and thy god confound thee ! Trumpet sounds . Enter a Messenger . Tim . What trumpet's that ? Mess . ' Tis Alcibiades , and some ...
... confound thee , if the gods will not ! Mer . If traffic do it , the gods do it . Apem . Traffic's thy god ; and thy god confound thee ! Trumpet sounds . Enter a Messenger . Tim . What trumpet's that ? Mess . ' Tis Alcibiades , and some ...
Sida 71
... confound - hear me , you good gods all ! The Athenians both within and out that wall ! And grant , as Timon grows , his hate may grow To the whole race of mankind , high and low ! Amen . 40 [ Exit . Scene II . Athens . Timon's house ...
... confound - hear me , you good gods all ! The Athenians both within and out that wall ! And grant , as Timon grows , his hate may grow To the whole race of mankind , high and low ! Amen . 40 [ Exit . Scene II . Athens . Timon's house ...
Sida 78
... Athens on a heap— 101 Tim . Warr'st thou ' gainst Athens ? Alcib . Ay , Timon , and have cause . Tim . The gods confound them all in thy conquest , And thee after , when thou hast conquer'd ! Alcib 78 Act IV . Sc . iii . The Life of.
... Athens on a heap— 101 Tim . Warr'st thou ' gainst Athens ? Alcib . Ay , Timon , and have cause . Tim . The gods confound them all in thy conquest , And thee after , when thou hast conquer'd ! Alcib 78 Act IV . Sc . iii . The Life of.
Sida 80
... Confounded be thyself ! Alcib . Hast thou gold yet ? givest me , Not all thy counsel . Speak not , be gone . I'll take the gold thou 130 Tim . Dost thou or dost thou not , heaven's curse upon thee ! Phr . and Timan . Give us some gold ...
... Confounded be thyself ! Alcib . Hast thou gold yet ? givest me , Not all thy counsel . Speak not , be gone . I'll take the gold thou 130 Tim . Dost thou or dost thou not , heaven's curse upon thee ! Phr . and Timan . Give us some gold ...
Sida 89
... confound thee , and make thine own self the conquest of thy 340 fury : wert thou a bear , thou wouldst be killed by the horse wert thou a horse , thou wouldst be seized by the leopard : wert thou a leopard , thou wert german to the lion ...
... confound thee , and make thine own self the conquest of thy 340 fury : wert thou a bear , thou wouldst be killed by the horse wert thou a horse , thou wouldst be seized by the leopard : wert thou a leopard , thou wert german to the lion ...
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able horses Alcib Alcibiades Apem Apemantus Athenian Banditti beast beggar bounty breath Capell Caph Caphis cave Collier confound dost thou doth e'en emendation Enter Timon epitaph Exeunt Exit eyes feast Flam Flaminius flatterer Flav fool fortunes friends give gods gold Hanmer hate hath hear heart honest honour Jackson conj jewel Johnson conj Julius Cæsar knaves live Lord Timon lordship Love's Labour's Lost Lucilius Lucius Lucul Lucullus meat nature ne'er noble Timon numbered Old Ath Pain Philotus Phrynia plague play Plutarch Poet pray prithee rich Rowe's Scene Senators Serv Servants Servilius Shakespeare slaves Steevens conj steward Stran thee There's thine Third Lord thou art thou hast thou wert thou wilt thyself Timandra Timon of Athens Timon's house Troilus and Cressida Varro Ventidius villains Walker conj Warburton whore wouldst wretched
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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!