Shakespeare's Tragedy of Timon of Athens: With Preface, Glossary, &cJ.M. Dent & Company, 1896 - 129 sidor |
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... dost thou call them knaves ? thou know'st them not . Apem . Are they not Athenians ? Tim . Yes . Apem . Then I repent not . Jew . You know me , Apemantus ? Apem . Thou know'st I do ; I call'd thee by thy name . Tim . Thou art proud ...
... dost thou call them knaves ? thou know'st them not . Apem . Are they not Athenians ? Tim . Yes . Apem . Then I repent not . Jew . You know me , Apemantus ? Apem . Thou know'st I do ; I call'd thee by thy name . Tim . Thou art proud ...
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... Tim . That's a lascivious apprehension . Apem . So thou apprehend'st it : take it for thy labour . Tim . How dost thou like this jewel , Apeman- tus ? 200 210 Apem . Not so well as plain - dealing , II Timon of Athens Act I. Sc . i .
... Tim . That's a lascivious apprehension . Apem . So thou apprehend'st it : take it for thy labour . Tim . How dost thou like this jewel , Apeman- tus ? 200 210 Apem . Not so well as plain - dealing , II Timon of Athens Act I. Sc . i .
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... dost thou think ' tis worth ? Apem . Not worth my thinking . poet ! Poet . How now , philosopher ! Apem . Thou liest . Poet . Art not one ? Apem . Yes . Poet . Then I lie not . Apem . Art not a poet ? How now , 220 Poet . Yes . Apem ...
... dost thou think ' tis worth ? Apem . Not worth my thinking . poet ! Poet . How now , philosopher ! Apem . Thou liest . Poet . Art not one ? Apem . Yes . Poet . Then I lie not . Apem . Art not a poet ? How now , 220 Poet . Yes . Apem ...
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... dost , fool ? Apem . Dost dialogue with thy shadow ? 50 Var . Serv . I speak not to thee . 32 Act II . Sc , ii . The Life of.
... dost , fool ? Apem . Dost dialogue with thy shadow ? 50 Var . Serv . I speak not to thee . 32 Act II . Sc , ii . The Life of.
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... . Good ! gramercy . Enter Page . Fool . Look you , here comes my mistress ' page . Page . [ To the Fool ] Why , how now , captain ! 70 what do you in this wise company ? How dost 2 ) C 33 Timon of Athens Act II . Sc . ii .
... . Good ! gramercy . Enter Page . Fool . Look you , here comes my mistress ' page . Page . [ To the Fool ] Why , how now , captain ! 70 what do you in this wise company ? How dost 2 ) C 33 Timon of Athens Act II . Sc . ii .
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Sida 73 - 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 them title, knee, and approbation With senators on the bench...
Sida 8 - tis nourish'd: the fire i' the flint Shows not till it be struck; our gentle flame Provokes itself, and like the current flies Each bound it chafes.
Sida 73 - Will knit and break religions; bless the accursed; Make the hoar leprosy adored; 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.