The Plays of William Shakespeare: With Notes of Various Commentators, Volym 10G. Kearsley [Printed, 1806 |
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... better Than to abhor himself : even he drops down The knee before him , and returns in peace Most rich in Timon's nod . Pain . I saw them speak together . Poet . Sir , I have upon a high and pleasant hill , Feign'd Fortune to be thron'd ...
... better Than to abhor himself : even he drops down The knee before him , and returns in peace Most rich in Timon's nod . Pain . I saw them speak together . Poet . Sir , I have upon a high and pleasant hill , Feign'd Fortune to be thron'd ...
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... better , that made the painter ; and yet he's but a filthy piece of work . Pain . You are a dog . Apem . Thy mother's of my generation ; What's she , if I be a dog ? Tim . Wilt dine with me , Apemantus ? Apem . No ; I eat not lords ...
... better , that made the painter ; and yet he's but a filthy piece of work . Pain . You are a dog . Apem . Thy mother's of my generation ; What's she , if I be a dog ? Tim . Wilt dine with me , Apemantus ? Apem . No ; I eat not lords ...
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... better or properer can we call our known , than the riches of our friends ? O , what a precious comfort ' tis , to have so many , like brothers , commanding one another's fortunes ! 190 joy , e'en made away ere it can be born ! Mine ...
... better or properer can we call our known , than the riches of our friends ? O , what a precious comfort ' tis , to have so many , like brothers , commanding one another's fortunes ! 190 joy , e'en made away ere it can be born ! Mine ...
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... better musick . Apem . So ; [ Exit . Thou'lt not hear me now , -thou shalt not then , I'll lock Thy heaven from thee . O , that men's ear should be To counsel deaf , but not to flattery ! [ Exit . ACT II . SCENE I. The Same . A Room 30 ...
... better musick . Apem . So ; [ Exit . Thou'lt not hear me now , -thou shalt not then , I'll lock Thy heaven from thee . O , that men's ear should be To counsel deaf , but not to flattery ! [ Exit . ACT II . SCENE I. The Same . A Room 30 ...
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... Better than he , why , give my horse to Timon , Ask nothing , give it him , it foals me , straight , And able horses : No porter at his gate ; But rather one that smiles , and still invites All that pass by . It cannot hold ; no reason ...
... Better than he , why , give my horse to Timon , Ask nothing , give it him , it foals me , straight , And able horses : No porter at his gate ; But rather one that smiles , and still invites All that pass by . It cannot hold ; no reason ...
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The Plays of William Shakespeare: With Notes of Various Commentators, Utgåva 10 William Shakespeare Fragmentarisk förhandsgranskning - 1806 |
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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.