The Temple Shakespeare, Volym 34J.M. Dent and Company, 1899 |
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... meat fill knaves and wine heat fools . Sec . Lord . Fare thee well , fare thee well . Apem . Thou art a fool to bid me farewell twice . Sec . Lord . Why , Apemantus ? Apem . Shouldst have kept one to thyself , for I mean to give thee ...
... meat fill knaves and wine heat fools . Sec . Lord . Fare thee well , fare thee well . Apem . Thou art a fool to bid me farewell twice . Sec . Lord . Why , Apemantus ? Apem . Shouldst have kept one to thyself , for I mean to give thee ...
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... meat make thee silent . Apem . I scorn thy meat ; ' twould choke me , for I should ne'er flatter thee . O you gods , what a number of men eat Timon , and he sees ' em not ! It grieves me to see so many dip their meat in one man's blood ...
... meat make thee silent . Apem . I scorn thy meat ; ' twould choke me , for I should ne'er flatter thee . O you gods , what a number of men eat Timon , and he sees ' em not ! It grieves me to see so many dip their meat in one man's blood ...
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... meat like ' em : I could wish my best friend at such a feast . Apem . Would all those flatterers were thine enemies , then , that then thou mightst kill ' em and bid me to ' em ! First Lord . Might we but have that happiness , my lord ...
... meat like ' em : I could wish my best friend at such a feast . Apem . Would all those flatterers were thine enemies , then , that then thou mightst kill ' em and bid me to ' em ! First Lord . Might we but have that happiness , my lord ...
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... feel my master's passion ! this slave , Unto his honour , has my lord's meat in him : Why should it thrive and turn to nutriment , When he is turn'd to poison ? бо O , may diseases only work upon ' t ! 44 Act III . Sc . i . The Life of.
... feel my master's passion ! this slave , Unto his honour , has my lord's meat in him : Why should it thrive and turn to nutriment , When he is turn'd to poison ? бо O , may diseases only work upon ' t ! 44 Act III . Sc . i . The Life of.
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... meat ? 50 Then they could smile and fawn upon his debts , And take down the interest into their gluttonous maws . You do yourselves but wrong to stir me up ; Let me pass quietly : Believe't , my lord and I have made an end ; I have no ...
... meat ? 50 Then they could smile and fawn upon his debts , And take down the interest into their gluttonous maws . You do yourselves but wrong to stir me up ; Let me pass quietly : Believe't , my lord and I have made an end ; I have no ...
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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!