The Vale Shakespeare, Volym 39Hacon & Ricketts, 1900 |
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... it grows . POET . Ay , that's well known : But what particular rarity ? what strange , Which manifold record not matches ? - See , Magic of bounty ! all these spirits thy power Hath conjur'd to attend . — I know the merchant ...
... it grows . POET . Ay , that's well known : But what particular rarity ? what strange , Which manifold record not matches ? - See , Magic of bounty ! all these spirits thy power Hath conjur'd to attend . — I know the merchant ...
Sida xvi
... bounty ? he outgoes The very heart of kindness . SECOND LORD . He pours it out ; Plutus , the god of gold , Is but his steward : no meed , but he repays Sevenfold above itself ; no gift to him , But breeds the giver a return exceeding ...
... bounty ? he outgoes The very heart of kindness . SECOND LORD . He pours it out ; Plutus , the god of gold , Is but his steward : no meed , but he repays Sevenfold above itself ; no gift to him , But breeds the giver a return exceeding ...
Sida xx
... bounties taste ! -The five best senses Acknowledge thee their patron , and come freely To gratulate thy plenteous bosom : th ' ear , Taste , touch , smell , all pleas'd from thy table rise ; These only now come but to feast thine eyes ...
... bounties taste ! -The five best senses Acknowledge thee their patron , and come freely To gratulate thy plenteous bosom : th ' ear , Taste , touch , smell , all pleas'd from thy table rise ; These only now come but to feast thine eyes ...
Sida xxi
... bounty had not eyes behind , That man might ne'er be wretched for his mind . G ( Exit . ) FIRST LORD . Where be our men ? SERVANT . Here , my lord , in readiness . SECOND LORD . Our horses ! TIMON . ( Re - enter Flavius , with the ...
... bounty had not eyes behind , That man might ne'er be wretched for his mind . G ( Exit . ) FIRST LORD . Where be our men ? SERVANT . Here , my lord , in readiness . SECOND LORD . Our horses ! TIMON . ( Re - enter Flavius , with the ...
Sida xxiii
... 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 , my lord , in that . TIMON . You may take ...
... 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 , my lord , in that . TIMON . You may take ...
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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...