The Vale Shakespeare, Volym 39Hacon & Ricketts, 1900 |
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Sida vii
... gracious nature hanging , Subdues and properties to his love and tendance All sorts of hearts ; yea , from the glass - fac'd flatterer To Apemantus , that few things loves better Than to abhor himself : even he drops down The vii.
... gracious nature hanging , Subdues and properties to his love and tendance All sorts of hearts ; yea , from the glass - fac'd flatterer To Apemantus , that few things loves better Than to abhor himself : even he drops down The vii.
Sida xvi
... Hang thyself ! APEMANTUS . No , I will do nothing at thy bidding : make thy requests to thy friend . SECOND LORD . Away , unpeaceable dog , or I'll spurn thee hence ! APEMANTUS . I will fly , like a dog , the heels o ' the ass . FIRST ...
... Hang thyself ! APEMANTUS . No , I will do nothing at thy bidding : make thy requests to thy friend . SECOND LORD . Away , unpeaceable dog , or I'll spurn thee hence ! APEMANTUS . I will fly , like a dog , the heels o ' the ass . FIRST ...
Sida xvii
... hang'd it ? Have you not ? TIMON . O Apemantus , you are welcome . APEMANTUS . No ; You shall not make me welcome : I come to have thee thrust me out of doors . TIMON . Fie , thou ' rt a churl ; ye ' ve got a humour there Does not ...
... hang'd it ? Have you not ? TIMON . O Apemantus , you are welcome . APEMANTUS . No ; You shall not make me welcome : I come to have thee thrust me out of doors . TIMON . Fie , thou ' rt a churl ; ye ' ve got a humour there Does not ...
Sida xxviii
... Hang him , he ' ll abuse us . ISIDORE'S SERVANT . A plague upon him , dog ! VARRO'S SERVANT . How dost , fool ... hangs on your back already . APEMANTUS . No , thou stand'st single , thou ' rt not on him yet . CAPHIS . Where's the fool ...
... Hang him , he ' ll abuse us . ISIDORE'S SERVANT . A plague upon him , dog ! VARRO'S SERVANT . How dost , fool ... hangs on your back already . APEMANTUS . No , thou stand'st single , thou ' rt not on him yet . CAPHIS . Where's the fool ...
Sida lix
... Hang thee , monster ! Pardon him , sweet Timandra , for his wits Are drown'd and lost in his calamities . I have but little gold of late , brave Timon , The want whereof doth daily make revolt In my penurious band : I have heard , and ...
... Hang thee , monster ! Pardon him , sweet Timandra , for his wits Are drown'd and lost in his calamities . I have but little gold of late , brave Timon , The want whereof doth daily make revolt In my penurious band : I have heard , and ...
Vanliga ord och fraser
APEMANTUS art thou BANDITTI beast beggar beseech bounty breath CAPHIS cave Cupid debts dost thou doth e'en Enter Alcibiades Enter Flavius Enter Timon Exeunt Exit eyes fear feast FLAMINIUS flatterer fool fortunes gentleman give gods gold hadst hate hath hear heart honest honour HORTENSIUS ISIDORE'S SERVANT JEWELLER knaves leprosy live look Lord Timon lordship LUCILIUS LUCIUS Lucullus master meat mend MERCHANT MESSENGER Methinks ne'er noble Timon OLD ATHENIAN PAINTER PHILOTUS PHRYNIA & TIMANDRA plague POET poor pray prithee rich SCENE SECOND BANDIT SECOND FRIEND SECOND LORD SECOND SENATOR SEMPRONIUS Servilius shouldst slaves speak steward STRANGER talents tell There's thieves thine THIRD FRIEND thou art Thou hast thou lt thou shalt thou wert thou wilt thou wouldst thyself TIMON OF ATHENS Timon's house TITUS usurers VARRO VARRO'S SERVANT Ventidius villains wealth whore worthy
Populära avsnitt
Sida lxx - The sun's a thief, and with his great attraction Robs the vast sea: the moon's an arrant thief, And her pale fire she snatches from the sun: The sea's a thief, whose liquid surge resolves The moon into salt tears: the earth's a thief, That feeds and breeds by a composture stolen From general excrement: each thing's a thief; The laws, your curb and whip, in their rough power Have uncheck'd theft.
Sida lxxxi - Come not to me again : but say to Athens, Timon hath made his everlasting mansion Upon the beached verge of the salt flood ; Whom once a day with his embossed froth The turbulent surge shall cover ; thither come, And let my grave-stone be your oracle.
Sida lvii - Will knit and break religions; bless the accurs'd; Make the hoar leprosy ador'd; place thieves, And give them title, knee, and approbation, With senators on the bench: this is it That makes the wappen'd widow wed again; She whom the spital-house and ulcerous sores Would cast the gorge at, this embalms and spices To the April day again.
Sida lvii - Gold ? yellow, glittering, precious gold ? No, gods, I am no idle votarist. Roots, you clear heavens ! Thus much of this, will make black, white ; foul, fair ; Wrong, right; base, noble; old, young; coward, valiant. Ha, you gods ! why this ? What this, you gods ? Why this Will lug your priests and servants from your sides ; Pluck stout men's pillows from below their heads : This yellow slave Will knit and break religions ; bless the accurs'd ; Make the hoar leprosy ador'd ; place thieves, And give...