The Plays of William Shakespeare: With Notes of Various Commentators, Volym 10G. Kearsley [Printed, 1806 |
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... present grace to present slaves and servants Translates his rivals . Pain . ' Tis conceiv'd to scope7 . This throne , this Fortune , and this hill , methinks , With one man beckon'd from the rest below , Bowing his head against the ...
... present grace to present slaves and servants Translates his rivals . Pain . ' Tis conceiv'd to scope7 . This throne , this Fortune , and this hill , methinks , With one man beckon'd from the rest below , Bowing his head against the ...
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... present ; in future , all . Tim . This gentleman of mine hath serv'd me long ; To build his fortune , I will strain a little , For ' tis a bond in men . Give him thy daughter : What you bestow , in him I'll counterpoise , And make him ...
... present ; in future , all . Tim . This gentleman of mine hath serv'd me long ; To build his fortune , I will strain a little , For ' tis a bond in men . Give him thy daughter : What you bestow , in him I'll counterpoise , And make him ...
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... presents Enter a third Servant . Be worthily entertain'd . - How now , what news ? 3 Serv . Please you , my lord , that honourable gen- tleman , lord Lucullus , entreats your company to- morrow to hunt with him ; and has sent your ...
... presents Enter a third Servant . Be worthily entertain'd . - How now , what news ? 3 Serv . Please you , my lord , that honourable gen- tleman , lord Lucullus , entreats your company to- morrow to hunt with him ; and has sent your ...
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... present , you have bid me Return so much , I have shook my head , and wept ; Yea , ' gainst the authority of manners , pray'd you To hold your hand more close : I did endure Not seldom , nor no slight checks ; when I have Prompted you ...
... present , you have bid me Return so much , I have shook my head , and wept ; Yea , ' gainst the authority of manners , pray'd you To hold your hand more close : I did endure Not seldom , nor no slight checks ; when I have Prompted you ...
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... present dues : the future comes apace : What shall defend the interim ? and at length How goes our reckoning ? Tim . To Lacedæmon did my land extend . Flav . O my good lord , the world is but a word ; Were it all yours , to give it in a ...
... present dues : the future comes apace : What shall defend the interim ? and at length How goes our reckoning ? Tim . To Lacedæmon did my land extend . Flav . O my good lord , the world is but a word ; Were it all yours , to give it in a ...
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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.