The Vale Shakespeare, Volym 39Hacon & Ricketts, 1900 |
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Sida xix
... a babe sprung up . APEMANTUS . Ho , ho ! I laugh to think that babe a bastard . THIRD LORD . I promise you , my lord , you mov'd me much . APEMANTUS . ' Much ' ! ( Tucket , within . ) What means that trump ? SERVANT . ( Enter a xix TIMON .
... a babe sprung up . APEMANTUS . Ho , ho ! I laugh to think that babe a bastard . THIRD LORD . I promise you , my lord , you mov'd me much . APEMANTUS . ' Much ' ! ( Tucket , within . ) What means that trump ? SERVANT . ( Enter a xix TIMON .
Sida xxii
... third Servant . ) THIRD SERVANT . How now ! what news ! Please you , my lord , that honourable gentlemen , Lord Lucullus , entreats your company to - morrow to hunt with him , and has sent your honour two brace of greyhounds . TIMON . I ...
... third Servant . ) THIRD SERVANT . How now ! what news ! Please you , my lord , that honourable gentlemen , Lord Lucullus , entreats your company to - morrow to hunt with him , and has sent your honour two brace of greyhounds . TIMON . I ...
Sida xxiii
... THIRD LORD . Oh , he's the very soul of bounty ! TIMON . And now I remember , my lord , you gave good words the other day of a bay courser I rode on . ' Tis yours , because you liked it . THIRD LORD . · Oh , I beseech you , pardon me ...
... THIRD LORD . Oh , he's the very soul of bounty ! TIMON . And now I remember , my lord , you gave good words the other day of a bay courser I rode on . ' Tis yours , because you liked it . THIRD LORD . · Oh , I beseech you , pardon me ...
Sida xxxix
... THIRD STRANGER . Religion groans at it . FIRST STRANGER . For mine own part , I never tasted Timon in my life , Nor came any of his bounties over me , To mark me for his friend ; yet , I protest , For his right noble mind , illustrious ...
... THIRD STRANGER . Religion groans at it . FIRST STRANGER . For mine own part , I never tasted Timon in my life , Nor came any of his bounties over me , To mark me for his friend ; yet , I protest , For his right noble mind , illustrious ...
Sida xlviii
... THIRD SENATOR . What ! ALCIBIADES . I cannot think but your age has forgot me ; It could not else be I should prove so base To sue and be denied such common grace : My wounds ache at you . FIRST SENATOR . Do you dare our anger ! ' Tis ...
... THIRD SENATOR . What ! ALCIBIADES . I cannot think but your age has forgot me ; It could not else be I should prove so base To sue and be denied such common grace : My wounds ache at you . FIRST SENATOR . Do you dare our anger ! ' Tis ...
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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
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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...