The Plays of William Shakespeare: Accurately Printed from the Text of the Corrected Copy Left by the Late George Steevens, Esq. ; with Glossarial Notes, Volym 8J. Johnson, 1803 |
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... . Mer . O , pray , let's see't : For the lord Timon , sir ? □ Inured by constant practice . 2 For continual . 3 i . e . Exceeds , goes beyond common bounds . Jew . If he will touch the estimate : But B 2 TIMON OF ATHENS. ...
... . Mer . O , pray , let's see't : For the lord Timon , sir ? □ Inured by constant practice . 2 For continual . 3 i . e . Exceeds , goes beyond common bounds . Jew . If he will touch the estimate : But B 2 TIMON OF ATHENS. ...
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... Pray , entertain them ; give them guide to [ Exeunt some Attendants . You must needs dine with me : -Go not you hence , Till I have thank'd you ; and , when dinner's done , Show me this piece . — I am joyful of your sights.— Enter ...
... Pray , entertain them ; give them guide to [ Exeunt some Attendants . You must needs dine with me : -Go not you hence , Till I have thank'd you ; and , when dinner's done , Show me this piece . — I am joyful of your sights.— Enter ...
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... Pray , sit ; more welcome are ye to my fortunes , Than my fortunes to me . [ They sit . 1 Lord . My lord , we always have confess'd it . Apem . Ho , ho , confess'd it ? hang'd it , have you not ? Tim . O , Apemantus ! -you are welcome ...
... Pray , sit ; more welcome are ye to my fortunes , Than my fortunes to me . [ They sit . 1 Lord . My lord , we always have confess'd it . Apem . Ho , ho , confess'd it ? hang'd it , have you not ? Tim . O , Apemantus ! -you are welcome ...
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... pray for no man , but myself : The allusion is to a pack of hounds trained to pursuit , by being gratified with the blood of an animal which they kill , and the wonder is , that the animal , on which they are feeding , cheers them to ...
... pray for no man , but myself : The allusion is to a pack of hounds trained to pursuit , by being gratified with the blood of an animal which they kill , and the wonder is , that the animal , on which they are feeding , cheers them to ...
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... pray , let them be admitted . Enter CUPID . Cup . Hail to thee , worthy Timon ; -and to all That of his bounties taste ! -- The five best senses Acknowledge thee their patron ; and come freely To gratulate thy plenteous bosom : The ear ...
... pray , let them be admitted . Enter CUPID . Cup . Hail to thee , worthy Timon ; -and to all That of his bounties taste ! -- The five best senses Acknowledge thee their patron ; and come freely To gratulate thy plenteous bosom : The ear ...
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Sida 312 - Julius bleed for justice' sake ? What villain touch'd his body, that did stab, And not for justice ? What, shall one of us, That struck the foremost man of all this world But for supporting robbers, shall we now Contaminate our fingers with base bribes, And sell the mighty space of our large honours For so much trash as may be grasped thus?
Sida 303 - What private griefs they have, alas, I know not, That made them do it; they are wise and honourable, And will, no doubt, with reasons answer you. 1 come not, friends, to steal away your hearts: I am no orator, as Brutus is; But (as you know me all) a plain blunt man, That love my friend; and that they know full well That gave me public leave to speak of him. For I have neither wit...
Sida 315 - O Cassius, you are yoked with a lamb That carries anger as the flint bears fire ; Who, much enforced, shows a hasty spark, And straight is cold again.
Sida 314 - I had rather coin my heart, And drop my blood for drachmas, than to wring From the hard hands of peasants their vile trash By any indirection. I did send To you for gold to pay my legions,. Which you denied me. Was that done like Cassius?
Sida 300 - Caesar lov'd you. You are not wood, you are not stones, but men ; And, being men, hearing the will of Caesar, It will inflame you, it will make you mad. 'Tis good you know not that you are his heirs ; For, if you should, O, what would come of it!
Sida 251 - Why, man, he doth bestride the narrow world. Like a Colossus ; and we petty men Walk under his huge legs, and peep about To find ourselves dishonourable graves.
Sida 299 - Yet Brutus says, he was ambitious ; And Brutus is an honourable man. You all did see that on the Lupercal I thrice presented him a kingly crown, Which he did thrice refuse. Was this ambition? Yet Brutus says, he was ambitious ; And, sure, he is an honourable man. I speak not to disprove what Brutus spoke, But here I am to speak what I do know. You all did love him once, not without cause ; What cause withholds you then to mourn for him...
Sida 475 - Give me my robe, put on my crown ; I have Immortal longings in me. Now no more The juice of Egypt's grape shall moist this lip. — Yare, yare, good Iras ; quick. — Methinks, I hear Antony call ; I see him rouse himself To praise my noble act ; I hear him mock The luck of Caesar, which the gods give men To excuse their after wrath.
Sida 250 - Did I the tired Caesar : And this man Is now become a god ; and Cassius is A wretched creature, and must bend his body, If Caesar carelessly but nod on him.
Sida 266 - Tis good. Go to the gate ; somebody knocks. [Exit Lucius. Since Cassius first did whet me against Caesar, I have not slept. Between the acting of a dreadful thing And the first motion, all the interim is Like a phantasma, or a hideous dream : The Genius, and the mortal instruments, Are then in council ; and the state of man, Like to a little kingdom, suffers then The nature of an insurrection.