The Plays of William Shakespeare: With Notes of Various Commentators, Volym 10G. Kearsley [Printed, 1806 |
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... arm might purchase his own time , And be in debt to none , ) yet , more to move you , Take my deserts to his , and join them both : And , for I know , your reverend ages love Security , I'll pawn my victories , all My honour to you ...
... arm might purchase his own time , And be in debt to none , ) yet , more to move you , Take my deserts to his , and join them both : And , for I know , your reverend ages love Security , I'll pawn my victories , all My honour to you ...
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... arm , And go along with him ! 2 Serv . As we do turn our backs From our companion , thrown into his grave ; So his familiars to his buried fortunes Slink all away ; leave their false vows with him , Like empty purses pick'd : and his ...
... arm , And go along with him ! 2 Serv . As we do turn our backs From our companion , thrown into his grave ; So his familiars to his buried fortunes Slink all away ; leave their false vows with him , Like empty purses pick'd : and his ...
Sida 80
... arm With favour never clasp'd ; 43 but bred a dog . Hadst thou , like us , from our first swath , proceeded The sweet degrees that this brief world affords To such as may the passive drugs of it Freely command , thou would'st have plung ...
... arm With favour never clasp'd ; 43 but bred a dog . Hadst thou , like us , from our first swath , proceeded The sweet degrees that this brief world affords To such as may the passive drugs of it Freely command , thou would'st have plung ...
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... arms , and breath'd Our sufferance vainly : Now the time is flush , 50 When crouching marrow , in the bearer strong , Cries , of itself , No more : now breathless wrong Shall sit and pant in your great chairs of ease ; And pursy ...
... arms , and breath'd Our sufferance vainly : Now the time is flush , 50 When crouching marrow , in the bearer strong , Cries , of itself , No more : now breathless wrong Shall sit and pant in your great chairs of ease ; And pursy ...
Sida 131
... arms ; And , countrymen , my loving followers , Plead my successive title with your swords : I am his first - born son , that was the last That ware the imperial diadem of Rome ; Then let my father's honours live in me , Nor wrong mine ...
... arms ; And , countrymen , my loving followers , Plead my successive title with your swords : I am his first - born son , that was the last That ware the imperial diadem of Rome ; Then let my father's honours live in me , Nor wrong mine ...
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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.