The Vale Shakespeare, Volym 39Hacon & Ricketts, 1900 |
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Sida vi
... rich : here is a water , look ye . PAINTER . You're rapt , sir , in some work , some dedication To the great lord . POET . A thing slipp'd idly from me . Our poesy is as a gum , which oozes From whence ' tis nourish'd : the fire i ' the ...
... rich : here is a water , look ye . PAINTER . You're rapt , sir , in some work , some dedication To the great lord . POET . A thing slipp'd idly from me . Our poesy is as a gum , which oozes From whence ' tis nourish'd : the fire i ' the ...
Sida viii
... rich in Timon's nod . PAINTER . I saw them speak together . POET . Sir , I have upon a high and pleasant hill Feign'd Fortune to be thron'd : the base o ' the mount Is rank'd with all deserts , all kind of natures , That labour on the ...
... rich in Timon's nod . PAINTER . I saw them speak together . POET . Sir , I have upon a high and pleasant hill Feign'd Fortune to be thron'd : the base o ' the mount Is rank'd with all deserts , all kind of natures , That labour on the ...
Sida xvi
... like himself . VENTIDIUS . Most honour'd Timon , it hath pleas'd the gods To remember my father's age , And call him to long peace . He is gone happy , and has left me rich : Then , as in grateful virtue I am bound To xvi.
... like himself . VENTIDIUS . Most honour'd Timon , it hath pleas'd the gods To remember my father's age , And call him to long peace . He is gone happy , and has left me rich : Then , as in grateful virtue I am bound To xvi.
Sida xvii
... rich are fair . VENTIDIUS . A noble spirit ! TIMON . Nay , my lords , ceremony Was but devis'd at first To set a gloss on faint deeds , hollow welcomes , Recanting goodness , sorry ere ' tis shown ; But where there is true friendship ...
... rich are fair . VENTIDIUS . A noble spirit ! TIMON . Nay , my lords , ceremony Was but devis'd at first To set a gloss on faint deeds , hollow welcomes , Recanting goodness , sorry ere ' tis shown ; But where there is true friendship ...
Sida xviii
... Rich men sin , and I eat root . ( Eats & drinks . ) Much good dich thy good heart , Apemantus ! TIMON . Captain Alcibiades , your heart's in the field now . ALCIBIADES . My heart is ever at your service , my lord . You had rather be at ...
... Rich men sin , and I eat root . ( Eats & drinks . ) Much good dich thy good heart , Apemantus ! TIMON . Captain Alcibiades , your heart's in the field now . ALCIBIADES . My heart is ever at your service , my lord . You had rather be at ...
Vanliga ord och fraser
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...