The Dramatic Works of William Shakespeare, with Biographical Introduction by Henry Glassford Bell...Porteous, 1865 |
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... never may That state or fortune fall into my keeping Which is not ow'd to you ! [ Exeunt LUCILIUS and Old Athenian . Poet . Vouchsafe my labour , and long live your lordship ! Tim . I thank you ; you shall hear from me anon : Go not ...
... never may That state or fortune fall into my keeping Which is not ow'd to you ! [ Exeunt LUCILIUS and Old Athenian . Poet . Vouchsafe my labour , and long live your lordship ! Tim . I thank you ; you shall hear from me anon : Go not ...
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... never prove so fond , To trust man on his oath or bond ; Or a harlot for her weeping ; Or a dog that seems a - sleeping ; Or a keeper with my freedom ; Or my friends , if I should need ' em . Amen . So fall to't : Rich men sin , and I ...
... never prove so fond , To trust man on his oath or bond ; Or a harlot for her weeping ; Or a dog that seems a - sleeping ; Or a keeper with my freedom ; Or my friends , if I should need ' em . Amen . So fall to't : Rich men sin , and I ...
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... never have sound legs . Thus honest fools lay out their wealth on court'sies . Tim . Now , Apemantus , if thou wert not sullen I would be good to thee . Apem . No , I'll nothing : for if I should be bribed too , there would be none left ...
... never have sound legs . Thus honest fools lay out their wealth on court'sies . Tim . Now , Apemantus , if thou wert not sullen I would be good to thee . Apem . No , I'll nothing : for if I should be bribed too , there would be none left ...
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... never mind Was to be so unwise to be so kind . What shall be done ? he will not hear , till feel : I must be round with him now he comes from hunting . Fie , fie , fie , fie ! Enter CAPHIS , and the Servants of ISIDORE and VARRO . Caph ...
... never mind Was to be so unwise to be so kind . What shall be done ? he will not hear , till feel : I must be round with him now he comes from hunting . Fie , fie , fie , fie ! Enter CAPHIS , and the Servants of ISIDORE and VARRO . Caph ...
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... never behold , You knot of mouth - friends ! smoke and lukewarm water Is your perfection . This is Timon's last ; Who , stuck and spangled with your flatteries , Washes it off , and sprinkles in your faces [ Throwing the water in their ...
... never behold , You knot of mouth - friends ! smoke and lukewarm water Is your perfection . This is Timon's last ; Who , stuck and spangled with your flatteries , Washes it off , and sprinkles in your faces [ Throwing the water in their ...
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Page 204 - You say you are a better soldier: Let it appear so; make your vaunting true, And it shall please me well: for mine own part, I shall be glad to learn of noble men. Cas. You wrong me every way; you wrong me, Brutus; I said, an elder soldier, not a better: Did I say "better"?
Page 245 - The barge she sat in, like a burnish'd throne, Burn'd on the water : the poop was beaten gold ; Purple the sails, and so perfumed that The winds were love-sick with them ; the oars were silver, Which to the tune of flutes kept stroke, and made The water which they beat to follow faster, As amorous of their strokes.
Page 164 - Why, man, he doth bestride the narrow world Like a Colossus ; and we petty men Walk under his huge legs, and peep about To find ourselves dishonourable graves. Men at some time are masters of their fates : The fault, dear Brutus, is not in our stars, But in ourselves, that we are underlings. Brutus, and Caesar : what should be in that Caesar...
Page 194 - Here comes his body, mourned by Mark Antony : who, though he had no hand in his death, shall receive the benefit of his dying, a place in the commonwealth; as which of you shall not ? With this I depart, — that, as I slew my best lover for the good of Rome, I have the same dagger for myself, when it shall please my country to need my death.
Page 198 - Good friends, sweet friends, let me not stir you up To such a sudden flood of mutiny. They, that have done this deed, are honourable; What private griefs they have, alas, I know not, That made them do it; they are wise and honourable, And will, no doubt, with reasons answer you.
Page 192 - Havoc,' and let slip the dogs of war ; That this foul deed shall smell above the earth With carrion men, groaning for burial.
Page 196 - Caesar lov'd you. You are not wood, you are not stones, but men ; And, being men, hearing the will of Caesar, It will inflame you, it will make you mad : 'Tis 'good you know not that you are his heirs ; For if you should, O, what would come of it!
Page 220 - Ant. This was the noblest Roman of them all : All the conspirators, save only he, Did that they did in envy of great Caesar ; He only, in a general honest thought, And common good to all, made one of them. His life was gentle ; and the elements So mixed in him that Nature might stand up. And say to all the world, ' This was a man !
Page 204 - All this ? Ay, more. Fret till your proud heart break ; Go show your slaves how choleric you are, And make your bondmen tremble. Must I budge ? Must I observe you?
Page 196 - tis his will. Let but the commons hear this testament,— Which, pardon me, I do not mean to read, — And they would go and kiss dead Caesar's wounds, And dip their napkins...