The Plays of William Shakespeare: With Notes of Various Commentators, Volym 10G. Kearsley [Printed, 1806 |
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Sida 86
... fishes . Tim . Nor on the beasts themselves , the birds , and fishes ; You must eat men . Yet thanks I must you con , That you are thieves profess'd ; that you work not In holier shapes : for there is boundless theft In limited ...
... fishes . Tim . Nor on the beasts themselves , the birds , and fishes ; You must eat men . Yet thanks I must you con , That you are thieves profess'd ; that you work not In holier shapes : for there is boundless theft In limited ...
Sida 208
... know , thou emperor , I will enchant the old Andronicus , With words more sweet , and yet more dangerous , Than baits to fish , or honey - stalks to sheep27 ; When as the one is wounded with the bait , 208 TITUS ANDRONICUS ,
... know , thou emperor , I will enchant the old Andronicus , With words more sweet , and yet more dangerous , Than baits to fish , or honey - stalks to sheep27 ; When as the one is wounded with the bait , 208 TITUS ANDRONICUS ,
Sida 273
... Fish . What , ho , Pilch ! 2 Fish . Ho ! come , and bring away the nets . 1 Fish . What , Patch - breech , I say ! 3 Fish . What say you , master ? 1 Fish . Look how thou stirrest now ! come away , or I'll fetch thee with a wannion 15 . 3 ...
... Fish . What , ho , Pilch ! 2 Fish . Ho ! come , and bring away the nets . 1 Fish . What , Patch - breech , I say ! 3 Fish . What say you , master ? 1 Fish . Look how thou stirrest now ! come away , or I'll fetch thee with a wannion 15 . 3 ...
Sida 274
... Fish . Why , as men do a - land ; the great ones eat up the little ones : I can compare our rich misers to nothing ... Fish . But , master , if I had been the sexton , I would have been that day in the belfry . 2 Fish . Why , man ? 3 ...
... Fish . Why , as men do a - land ; the great ones eat up the little ones : I can compare our rich misers to nothing ... Fish . But , master , if I had been the sexton , I would have been that day in the belfry . 2 Fish . Why , man ? 3 ...
Sida 275
... Fish . No , friend , cannot you beg ? here's them in our country of Greece , gets more with begging , than we can do with working . 2 Fish . Can'st thou catch any fishes then ? Per . I never practis'd it . 2 Fish . Nay , then thou wilt ...
... Fish . No , friend , cannot you beg ? here's them in our country of Greece , gets more with begging , than we can do with working . 2 Fish . Can'st thou catch any fishes then ? Per . I never practis'd it . 2 Fish . Nay , then thou wilt ...
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Aaron Alcib Alcibiades Antiochus Apem Apemantus Athens Bassianus Bawd blood Boult brother CHIRON Cleon daughter dead death deed DEMETRIUS Dionyza dost thou doth emperor empress Enter Ephesus Exeunt Exit eyes father fear feast Fish Flav fool fortune friends give gods gold Goths Gower grief hand hath hear heart heaven Helicanus hither honest honour JOHNSON king knight lady Lavinia live look lord Timon lordship Lucius Lucullus Lychorida Lysimachus Marcus Marina mistress Mitylene musick ne'er never noble Pain Pentapolis Pericles Phrynia Poet pray prince PRINCE OF TYRE queen revenge Rome Rome's Saturninus SCENE Senators Serv Servant Shakspeare Simonides sons sorrow speak STEEVENS sweet Tamora tears tell Thai Thaisa Tharsus thee There's thine thou art thou hast thyself TIMON OF ATHENS TITUS ANDRONICUS tongue tribune Tyre unto villain weep would'st
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Sida 71 - 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 accursed, Make the hoar leprosy adored, place thieves And give them title, knee and approbation With senators on the bench...
Sida 87 - 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 101 - Come not to me again : but say to Athens, Timon hath made his everlasting mansion Upon the beached verge of the salt flood ; Who once a day with his embossed froth The turbulent surge shall cover : thither come, And let my grave-stone be your oracle.