The Plays of William Shakespeare: With Notes of Various Commentators, Volym 10G. Kearsley [Printed, 1806 |
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... turn Out of mine own ; his days and times are past , And my reliances on his fracted dates Have smit my credit : I love , and honour him ; But must not break my back , to heal his finger : Immediate are my needs ; and my relief Must not ...
... turn Out of mine own ; his days and times are past , And my reliances on his fracted dates Have smit my credit : I love , and honour him ; But must not break my back , to heal his finger : Immediate are my needs ; and my relief Must not ...
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... turns in less than two nights ? O you gods , I feel my master's passion ! This slave Unto his honour , has my lord's meat in him : Why should it thrive , and turn to nutriment , When he is turn'd to poison ? O , may diseases only work ...
... turns in less than two nights ? O you gods , I feel my master's passion ! This slave Unto his honour , has my lord's meat in him : Why should it thrive , and turn to nutriment , When he is turn'd to poison ? O , may diseases only work ...
Sida 47
... , will you befriend me so far , as to use mine own words to him ? Ser . Yes , sir , I shall . Luc . I will look you out a good turn , Servilius.— [ Exit Servilius . True , as you said , Timon is shrunk , TIMON OF ATHENS . 47.
... , will you befriend me so far , as to use mine own words to him ? Ser . Yes , sir , I shall . Luc . I will look you out a good turn , Servilius.— [ Exit Servilius . True , as you said , Timon is shrunk , TIMON OF ATHENS . 47.
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... turn incontinent ; Obedience fail in children ! slaves , and fools , Pluck the grave wrinkled senate from the bench , And minister in their steads ! to general filths Convert o'the instant , green virginity ! Do't in your parents ' eyes ...
... turn incontinent ; Obedience fail in children ! slaves , and fools , Pluck the grave wrinkled senate from the bench , And minister in their steads ! to general filths Convert o'the instant , green virginity ! Do't in your parents ' eyes ...
Sida 68
... 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 poor self , A dedicated beggar to the air , With ...
... 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 poor self , A dedicated beggar to the air , With ...
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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.