The Vale Shakespeare, Volym 39Hacon & Ricketts, 1900 |
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Sida xii
... 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 Athenians ? TIMON . Yes . APEMANTUS . Then I repent not ...
... 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 Athenians ? TIMON . Yes . APEMANTUS . Then I repent not ...
Sida xiii
... thou ' lt die for . APEMANTUS . Right , if doing nothing be death by the law . TIMON . How likes thou this picture , Apemantus ? APEMANTUS . The best , for the innocence . TIMON ... Thou liest . POET . Art not one ? APEMANTUS . Yes . xiii.
... thou ' lt die for . APEMANTUS . Right , if doing nothing be death by the law . TIMON . How likes thou this picture , Apemantus ? APEMANTUS . The best , for the innocence . TIMON ... Thou liest . POET . Art not one ? APEMANTUS . Yes . xiii.
Sida xiv
William Shakespeare. POET . Art not one ? APEMANTUS . Yes . POET . Then I lie not . APEMANTUS . Art not a poet ? POET . Yes . APEMANTUS . Then thou liest : look in thy last work , where thou hast feigned him a worthy fellow . POET ...
William Shakespeare. POET . Art not one ? APEMANTUS . Yes . POET . Then I lie not . APEMANTUS . Art not a poet ? POET . Yes . APEMANTUS . Then thou liest : look in thy last work , where thou hast feigned him a worthy fellow . POET ...
Sida xv
... thou , that still omitt'st it . SECOND LORD . Thou art going to Lord Timon's feast ? APEMANTUS . Ay , to see meat fill knaves and wine heat fools . SECOND LORD . Fare thee well , fare thee well . APEMANTUS . Thou art a fool to bid me ...
... thou , that still omitt'st it . SECOND LORD . Thou art going to Lord Timon's feast ? APEMANTUS . Ay , to see meat fill knaves and wine heat fools . SECOND LORD . Fare thee well , fare thee well . APEMANTUS . Thou art a fool to bid me ...
Sida xxiii
... Thou art a soldier , therefore seldom rich ; It comes in charity to thee : for all thy living Is ' mongst the dead , and all the lands thou hast Lie in a pitch'd field . ALCIBIADES . Ay , Defiled land , my lord . FIRST LORD . We are so ...
... Thou art a soldier , therefore seldom rich ; It comes in charity to thee : for all thy living Is ' mongst the dead , and all the lands thou hast Lie in a pitch'd field . ALCIBIADES . Ay , Defiled land , my lord . FIRST LORD . We are so ...
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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...