The Vale Shakespeare, Volym 39Hacon & Ricketts, 1900 |
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Sida xi
... never may That state or fortune fall into my keeping , Which is not ow'd to you ! POET . ( Exeunt Lucilius & Old Athenian . ) Vouchsafe my labour , and long live your lordship ! TIMON . I thank you ; you shall hear from me anon : Go not ...
... never may That state or fortune fall into my keeping , Which is not ow'd to you ! POET . ( Exeunt Lucilius & Old Athenian . ) Vouchsafe my labour , and long live your lordship ! TIMON . I thank you ; you shall hear from me anon : Go not ...
Sida xviii
... never prove so fond , To trust man on his oath or bond , Or a harlot for her weeping , Or a dog that seems a - sleeping , Or a keeper with my freedom , Or my friends , if I should need ' em.- Amen . So fall to ' t : Rich men sin , and I ...
... never prove so fond , To trust man on his oath or bond , Or a harlot for her weeping , Or a dog that seems a - sleeping , Or a keeper with my freedom , Or my friends , if I should need ' em.- Amen . So fall to ' t : Rich men sin , and I ...
Sida xxiv
... never have sound legs . Thus honest fools lay out their wealth on court'sies . TIMON . Now , Apemantus , if thou wert not sullen , I would be good to thee . APEMANTUS . No , I'll nothing : for if I should be bribed too , there would be ...
... never have sound legs . Thus honest fools lay out their wealth on court'sies . TIMON . Now , Apemantus , if thou wert not sullen , I would be good to thee . APEMANTUS . No , I'll nothing : for if I should be bribed too , there would be ...
Sida xxvi
... never mind Was to be so unwise , to be so kind . What shall be done ? he will not hear till feel : I must be round with him , now he comes from hunting . Fie , fie , fie , fie ! ( Enter Caphis , with the Servants of Isidore Varro ...
... never mind Was to be so unwise , to be so kind . What shall be done ? he will not hear till feel : I must be round with him , now he comes from hunting . Fie , fie , fie , fie ! ( Enter Caphis , with the Servants of Isidore Varro ...
Sida xxxix
... 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 virtue , And honourable carriage , Had his necessity made use of me , I would ...
... 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 virtue , And honourable carriage , Had his necessity made use of me , I would ...
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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...