The Vale Shakespeare, Volym 39Hacon & Ricketts, 1900 |
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Sida xii
... thee , gentle Apemantus ! APEMANTUS . Till I be gentle , stay thou for thy good morrow ; When thou art Timon's dog , and these knaves honest . TIMON . Why dost thou call them knaves ? thou know'st them not . APEMANTUS . Are they not ...
... thee , gentle Apemantus ! APEMANTUS . Till I be gentle , stay thou for thy good morrow ; When thou art Timon's dog , and these knaves honest . TIMON . Why dost thou call them knaves ? thou know'st them not . APEMANTUS . Are they not ...
Sida xiii
... thou shouldst , thou ' Idst anger ladies . APEMANTUS . Oh , they eat lords ; so they come by great bellies . TIMON . That's a lascivious apprehension . APEMANTUS . So thou apprehend'st it : take it for thy labour . TIMON . How dost thou ...
... thou shouldst , thou ' Idst anger ladies . APEMANTUS . Oh , they eat lords ; so they come by great bellies . TIMON . That's a lascivious apprehension . APEMANTUS . So thou apprehend'st it : take it for thy labour . TIMON . How dost thou ...
Sida xxviii
... dost , fool ? APEMANTUS . Dost dialogue with thy shadow ? VARRO'S SERVANT . I speak not to thee . APEMANTUS , No , ' tis to thyself . ( To the Fool . ) Come away . ISIDORE'S SERVANT . There's the fool hangs on your back already ...
... dost , fool ? APEMANTUS . Dost dialogue with thy shadow ? VARRO'S SERVANT . I speak not to thee . APEMANTUS , No , ' tis to thyself . ( To the Fool . ) Come away . ISIDORE'S SERVANT . There's the fool hangs on your back already ...
Sida xxix
... dost thou , Apemantus ? APEMANTUS . Would I had a rod in my mouth , that I might answer thee profitably . PAGE . Prithee , Apemantus , read me the superscription of these letters : I know not which is which . APEMANTUS . Canst not read ...
... dost thou , Apemantus ? APEMANTUS . Would I had a rod in my mouth , that I might answer thee profitably . PAGE . Prithee , Apemantus , read me the superscription of these letters : I know not which is which . APEMANTUS . Canst not read ...
Sida xxxii
... dost thou weep ? Canst thou the conscience lack , To think I shall lack friends ? Secure thy heart ; If I would broach the vessels of my love , And try the argument of hearts by borrowing , Men , and men's fortunes , could I frankly use ...
... dost thou weep ? Canst thou the conscience lack , To think I shall lack friends ? Secure thy heart ; If I would broach the vessels of my love , And try the argument of hearts by borrowing , Men , and men's fortunes , could I frankly use ...
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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...