The Vale Shakespeare, Volym 39Hacon & Ricketts, 1900 |
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Sida vi
... breath'd , as it were , To an untirable and continuate goodness : He passes . JEWELLER . I have a jewel here- MERCHANT . Oh , pray , let's see ' t : for the Lord Timon , sir ? JEWELLER . If he will touch the estimate : but , for that ...
... breath'd , as it were , To an untirable and continuate goodness : He passes . JEWELLER . I have a jewel here- MERCHANT . Oh , pray , let's see ' t : for the Lord Timon , sir ? JEWELLER . If he will touch the estimate : but , for that ...
Sida xviii
... breath of him in a divided draught , is the readiest man to kill him : ' t has been proved . If I were a huge man , I should fear to drink at meals ; Lest they should spy my windpipe's dangerous notes : Great men should drink with ...
... breath of him in a divided draught , is the readiest man to kill him : ' t has been proved . If I were a huge man , I should fear to drink at meals ; Lest they should spy my windpipe's dangerous notes : Great men should drink with ...
Sida xxvii
... breath.- I do beseech you , good my lords , keep on ; I'll wait upon you instantly . ( Exeunt Alcibiades , Lords , & c . ) ( To Flavius . ) Come hither : pray you , How goes the world , that I am thus encounter'd With clamorous demands ...
... breath.- I do beseech you , good my lords , keep on ; I'll wait upon you instantly . ( Exeunt Alcibiades , Lords , & c . ) ( To Flavius . ) Come hither : pray you , How goes the world , that I am thus encounter'd With clamorous demands ...
Sida xxxi
... extend . FLAVIUS . O my good lord , the world is but a word : Were it all yours to give it in a breath , How quickly were it gone ! TIMON . You tell me true . FLAVIUS . If you suspect my husbandry or falsehood , xxxi.
... extend . FLAVIUS . O my good lord , the world is but a word : Were it all yours to give it in a breath , How quickly were it gone ! TIMON . You tell me true . FLAVIUS . If you suspect my husbandry or falsehood , xxxi.
Sida xxxii
... breath is gone whereof this praise is made : Feast - won , fast - lost ; one cloud of winter showers , These flies are couch'd . TIMON . Come , sermon me no further : No villanous bounty yet hath pass'd my heart ; Unwisely , not ignobly ...
... breath is gone whereof this praise is made : Feast - won , fast - lost ; one cloud of winter showers , These flies are couch'd . TIMON . Come , sermon me no further : No villanous bounty yet hath pass'd my heart ; Unwisely , not ignobly ...
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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...