The Plays of William Shakespeare: With Notes of Various Commentators, Volym 10G. Kearsley [Printed, 1806 |
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... lord , Pawn me to this your honour , she is his . Tim . My hand to thee ; mine honour on my promise . Luc . Humbly I thank your lordship : Never may VOL . X. That state or fortune fall into my keeping , Which TIMON OF ATHENS . 13.
... lord , Pawn me to this your honour , she is his . Tim . My hand to thee ; mine honour on my promise . Luc . Humbly I thank your lordship : Never may VOL . X. That state or fortune fall into my keeping , Which TIMON OF ATHENS . 13.
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... thank you ; you shall hear from me anon : Go not away . What have you there , my friend ? Pain . A piece of painting ; which I do beseech Your lordship to accept . Tim . Painting is welcome . The painting is almost the natural man ; For ...
... thank you ; you shall hear from me anon : Go not away . What have you there , my friend ? Pain . A piece of painting ; which I do beseech Your lordship to accept . Tim . Painting is welcome . The painting is almost the natural man ; For ...
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... thank'd you ; and , when dinner's done , Show me this piece . — I am joyful of your sights .-- Enter ALCIBIADES , with his Company . Most welcome , sir ! Apem . [ They salute . So , so ; there ! — Aches contract and starve your supple ...
... thank'd you ; and , when dinner's done , Show me this piece . — I am joyful of your sights .-- Enter ALCIBIADES , with his Company . Most welcome , sir ! Apem . [ They salute . So , so ; there ! — Aches contract and starve your supple ...
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... thanks , and service , from whose help I deriv'd liberty . Tim . O , by no means , Honest Ventidius : you mistake I my love ; gave it freely ever ; and there's none Can truly say , he gives , if he receives : If our betters play at that ...
... thanks , and service , from whose help I deriv'd liberty . Tim . O , by no means , Honest Ventidius : you mistake I my love ; gave it freely ever ; and there's none Can truly say , he gives , if he receives : If our betters play at that ...
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... thanks to the gods . APEMANTUS's GRACE . Immortal gods , I crave no pelf ; I pray for no man but myself : Grant I may never prove so fond , To trust man on his oath or bond ; Or a harlot , for her weeping ; Or a dog , that seems a ...
... thanks to the gods . APEMANTUS's GRACE . Immortal gods , I crave no pelf ; I pray for no man but myself : Grant I may never prove so fond , To trust man on his oath or bond ; Or a harlot , for her weeping ; Or a dog , that seems 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.