The Temple Shakespeare, Volym 34J.M. Dent and Company, 1899 |
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... keeping , Which is not owed to you ! 150 [ Exeunt Lucilius and Old Athenian . Poet . Vouchsafe my labour , and long live your lordship ! Tim . I thank you ; Go not away . you shall hear from me anon : What have you there , my friend ...
... keeping , Which is not owed to you ! 150 [ Exeunt Lucilius and Old Athenian . Poet . Vouchsafe my labour , and long live your lordship ! Tim . I thank you ; Go not away . you shall hear from me anon : What have you there , my friend ...
Sida 15
... keep you company . 290 Shall we in ? [ Exeunt . Scene II , A banqueting - room in Timon's house . ; Hautboys playing loud music . A great banquet served in Flavius and others attending ; and then enter Lord Timon , Alcibiades , Lords ...
... keep you company . 290 Shall we in ? [ Exeunt . Scene II , A banqueting - room in Timon's house . ; Hautboys playing loud music . A great banquet served in Flavius and others attending ; and then enter Lord Timon , Alcibiades , Lords ...
Sida 18
... keeps his tides well . Those healths will make thee and thy state look ill , Timon . Here's that which is too weak to be a sinner , honest water , which ne'er left man i ' the mire : This and my food are equals ; there's no odds ...
... keeps his tides well . Those healths will make thee and thy state look ill , Timon . Here's that which is too weak to be a sinner , honest water , which ne'er left man i ' the mire : This and my food are equals ; there's no odds ...
Sida 20
... keep their sounds to themselves . Why , I have often wished myself poorer , that I might come nearer to you . We are born to do benefits : and what better or properer can we call our own than the riches of our friends ? O , what a ...
... keep their sounds to themselves . Why , I have often wished myself poorer , that I might come nearer to you . We are born to do benefits : and what better or properer can we call our own than the riches of our friends ? O , what a ...
Sida 27
... keep with you , Lord Timon ! Tim . Ready for his friends . Apem . [ Exeunt all but Apemantus and Timon . What a coil's here ! 239 Serving of becks and jutting - out of bums ! I doubt whether their legs be worth the sums That are given ...
... keep with you , Lord Timon ! Tim . Ready for his friends . Apem . [ Exeunt all but Apemantus and Timon . What a coil's here ! 239 Serving of becks and jutting - out of bums ! I doubt whether their legs be worth the sums That are given ...
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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!