The Vale Shakespeare, Volym 39Hacon & Ricketts, 1900 |
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Sida xxviii
... Poor rogues , and usurers ' men ! bawds between gold and want ! ALL SERVANTS . What are we , Apemantus ? APEMANTUS . Asses . ALL SERVANTS . Why ? APEMANTUS . That you ask me what you are , and do not know your- selves . Speak to ' em ...
... Poor rogues , and usurers ' men ! bawds between gold and want ! ALL SERVANTS . What are we , Apemantus ? APEMANTUS . Asses . ALL SERVANTS . Why ? APEMANTUS . That you ask me what you are , and do not know your- selves . Speak to ' em ...
Sida xxxiv
... poor , Imprison'd , and in scarcity of friends , I clear'd him with five talents : greet him from me ; Bid him suppose some good necessity Touches his friend , which craves to be remember'd With those five talents . ( Exit Servant ...
... poor , Imprison'd , and in scarcity of friends , I clear'd him with five talents : greet him from me ; Bid him suppose some good necessity Touches his friend , which craves to be remember'd With those five talents . ( Exit Servant ...
Sida xliii
... poor , and that's revenge enough . Who can speak broader than he that has no house to put his head in ? such may rail against great buildings . TITUS . Enter Servilius . ) Oh , here's Servilius ; now we shall know some answer ...
... poor , and that's revenge enough . Who can speak broader than he that has no house to put his head in ? such may rail against great buildings . TITUS . Enter Servilius . ) Oh , here's Servilius ; now we shall know some answer ...
Sida lv
... poor as you . FIRST SERVANT . Such a house broke ! So noble a master fall'n ! All gone ! and not One friend to take his fortune by the arm , And go along with him ! SECOND SERVANT . As we do turn our backs From our companion thrown into ...
... poor as you . FIRST SERVANT . Such a house broke ! So noble a master fall'n ! All gone ! and not One friend to take his fortune by the arm , And go along with him ! SECOND SERVANT . As we do turn our backs From our companion thrown into ...
Sida lvi
... poor . ( Servants embrace , & part several ways . ) Oh , the fierce wretchedness that glory brings us ! Who would not wish to be from wealth exempt , Since riches point to misery and contempt ? Who would be so mock'd with glory ? or to ...
... poor . ( Servants embrace , & part several ways . ) Oh , the fierce wretchedness that glory brings us ! Who would not wish to be from wealth exempt , Since riches point to misery and contempt ? Who would be so mock'd with glory ? or to ...
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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
Populära avsnitt
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...