The Temple Shakespeare, Volym 34J.M. Dent and Company, 1899 |
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... plague consume you wicked wretches left ! " It is reported that Timon himself when he lived made this epitaph ; for that which is commonly rehearsed was not his , but made by the poet Calli- machus : " Here lie I , Timon , who alive all ...
... plague consume you wicked wretches left ! " It is reported that Timon himself when he lived made this epitaph ; for that which is commonly rehearsed was not his , but made by the poet Calli- machus : " Here lie I , Timon , who alive all ...
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... 'll abuse us . Isid . Serv . A plague upon him , dog ! Var . Serv . How dost , fool ? Apem . Dost dialogue with thy shadow ? 40 [ Exit . [ Exit . 50 Var . Serv . I speak not to thee . 32 Act II . Sc . ii . The Life of.
... 'll abuse us . Isid . Serv . A plague upon him , dog ! Var . Serv . How dost , fool ? Apem . Dost dialogue with thy shadow ? 40 [ Exit . [ Exit . 50 Var . Serv . I speak not to thee . 32 Act II . Sc . ii . The Life of.
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... Plagues incident to men , Your potent and infectious fevers heap On Athens , ripe for stroke ! Thou cold sciatica , Cripple our senators , that their limbs may halt As lamely as their manners ! Lust and liberty Creep in the minds and ...
... Plagues incident to men , Your potent and infectious fevers heap On Athens , ripe for stroke ! Thou cold sciatica , Cripple our senators , that their limbs may halt As lamely as their manners ! Lust and liberty Creep in the minds and ...
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... plague thee , for thou art a man : if thou dost perform , con- found thee , for thou art a man ! Alcib . I have heard in some sort of thy miseries . Tim . Thou saw'st them when I had prosperity . Alcib . I see them now ; then was a ...
... plague thee , for thou art a man : if thou dost perform , con- found thee , for thou art a man ! Alcib . I have heard in some sort of thy miseries . Tim . Thou saw'st them when I had prosperity . Alcib . I see them now ; then was a ...
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... plague , when Jove 110 Will o'er some high - viced city hang his poison In the sick air : let not thy sword skip one : Pity not honour'd age for his white beard ; He is an usurer : strike me the counterfeit matron ; It is her habit only ...
... plague , when Jove 110 Will o'er some high - viced city hang his poison In the sick air : let not thy sword skip one : Pity not honour'd age for his white beard ; He is an usurer : strike me the counterfeit matron ; It is her habit only ...
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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!