The Vale Shakespeare, Volym 39Hacon & Ricketts, 1900 |
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Sida vii
... and 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.
... and 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 viii
... better than his value , on the moment Follow his strides , his lobbies fill with tendance , Rain sacrificial whisperings in his ear , Make sacred even his stirrup , and through him Drink the free air . PAINTER . POET . Ay , marry , what ...
... better than his value , on the moment Follow his strides , his lobbies fill with tendance , Rain sacrificial whisperings in his ear , Make sacred even his stirrup , and through him Drink the free air . PAINTER . POET . Ay , marry , what ...
Sida xiii
... better that made the painter ; and yet he's but a filthy piece of work . PAINTER . You're a dog . APEMANTUS . Thy mother's of my generation : what's she , if I be a dog ? TIMON . Wilt dine with me , Apemantus ? APEMANTUS . No ; I eat ...
... better that made the painter ; and yet he's but a filthy piece of work . PAINTER . You're a dog . APEMANTUS . Thy mother's of my generation : what's she , if I be a dog ? TIMON . Wilt dine with me , Apemantus ? APEMANTUS . No ; I eat ...
Sida xix
... better or properer can we call our own than the riches of our friends ? Oh , what a precious comfort ' tis , to have so many , like brothers , commanding one another's fortunes ! Oh joy , e'en made away ere ' t can be born ! Mine eyes ...
... better or properer can we call our own than the riches of our friends ? Oh , what a precious comfort ' tis , to have so many , like brothers , commanding one another's fortunes ! Oh joy , e'en made away ere ' t can be born ! Mine eyes ...
Sida xxiv
... better music . APEMANTUS . ( Exit . ) So : thou wilt not hear me now ; thou shalt not then : I'll lock thy heaven from thee . Oh , that men's ears should be To counsel deaf , but not to flattery ! ( Exit . ) ACT II . SCENE I. A ...
... better music . APEMANTUS . ( Exit . ) So : thou wilt not hear me now ; thou shalt not then : I'll lock thy heaven from thee . Oh , that men's ears should be To counsel deaf , but not to flattery ! ( Exit . ) ACT II . SCENE I. A ...
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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...