The plays and poems of William Shakespeare, ed. by J.P. Collier, Volume 6 |
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... Second Lord . Thou art going to lord Timon's feast . Apem . Ay ; to see meat fill knaves , and wine heat fools . Second Lord . Fare thee well ; fare thee well . Apem . Thou art a fool to bid me farewell twice . Second Lord . Why ...
... Second Lord . Thou art going to lord Timon's feast . Apem . Ay ; to see meat fill knaves , and wine heat fools . Second Lord . Fare thee well ; fare thee well . Apem . Thou art a fool to bid me farewell twice . Second Lord . Why ...
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... Second Lord . Let it flow this way , my good lord . Apem . Flow this way ? A brave fellow ! —he keeps his tides well . Those healths will make thee and thy state look ill , Timon . Here's that , which is too weak to be a fire , " Honest ...
... Second Lord . Let it flow this way , my good lord . Apem . Flow this way ? A brave fellow ! —he keeps his tides well . Those healths will make thee and thy state look ill , Timon . Here's that , which is too weak to be a fire , " Honest ...
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... Second Lord . Joy had the like conception in our eyes , And at that instant like a babe sprung up . Apem . Ho , ho ! I laugh to think that babe a bastard . Third Lord . I promise you , my lord , you moved me much . Apem . Much ...
... Second Lord . Joy had the like conception in our eyes , And at that instant like a babe sprung up . Apem . Ho , ho ! I laugh to think that babe a bastard . Third Lord . I promise you , my lord , you moved me much . Apem . Much ...
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... Second Lord . Our horses ! [ As if departing . Tim . O , my friends ! I have one word to say to you . Look you , my good lord , I must entreat you , honour me so much As to advance this jewel ; accept and wear it , Kind my lord . First ...
... Second Lord . Our horses ! [ As if departing . Tim . O , my friends ! I have one word to say to you . Look you , my good lord , I must entreat you , honour me so much As to advance this jewel ; accept and wear it , Kind my lord . First ...
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... Second Serv . May it please your honour , lord Lucius , Out of his free love , hath presented to you Four milk - white horses trapp'd in silver . Tim . I shall accept them fairly let the presents Enter a third Servant . Be worthily ...
... Second Serv . May it please your honour , lord Lucius , Out of his free love , hath presented to you Four milk - white horses trapp'd in silver . Tim . I shall accept them fairly let the presents Enter a third Servant . Be worthily ...
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Page 25 - Since Cassius first did whet me against Caesar I have not slept Between the acting of a dreadful thing And the first motion, all the interim is Like a phantasma, or a hideous dream : The Genius and the mortal instruments Are then in council ; and the state of man, Like to a little kingdom, suffers then The nature of an insurrection.
Page 61 - O, what a rogue and peasant slave am I ! Is it not monstrous, that this player here, But in a fiction, in a dream of passion, Could force his soul so to his own conceit, That, from her working, all his visage wann'd ; Tears in his eyes, distraction in's aspect, A broken voice, and his whole function suiting With forms to his conceit ? And all for nothing...
Page 70 - O ! it offends me to the soul, to hear a robustious periwig-pated fellow tear a passion to tatters, to very rags, to split the ears of the groundlings ; who, for the most part, are capable of nothing but inexplicable dumb shows, and noise ; I would have such a fellow whipped for o'erdoing Termagant ; it out-herods Herod : pray you avoid it.
Page 69 - Poor naked wretches, wheresoe'er you are, That bide the pelting of this pitiless storm, How shall your houseless heads and unfed sides, Your loop'd and window'd raggedness, defend you From seasons such as these? O! I have ta'en Too little care of this. Take physic, pomp; Expose thyself to feel what wretches feel, That thou may'st shake the superflux to them, And show the heavens more just.
Page 55 - Brutus' love to Caesar was no less than his. If, then, that friend demand, why Brutus rose against Caesar, this is my answer, — not that I loved Caesar less, but that I loved Rome more. Had you rather Caesar were living, and die all slaves, than that Caesar were dead , to live all...
Page 58 - Yet Brutus says he was ambitious ; And, sure, he is an honourable man. I speak not to disprove what Brutus spoke, But here I am to speak what I do know. You all did love him once, not without cause ; What cause withholds you then to mourn for him ? 0 judgment, thou art fled to brutish beasts, And men have lost their reason!
Page 22 - t, that the opposed may beware of thee. Give every man thine ear, but few thy voice : Take each man's censure, but reserve thy judgment. Costly thy habit as thy purse can buy, But not express'd in fancy ; rich, not gaudy : For the apparel oft proclaims the man ; And they in France, of the best rank and station, Are of a most select and generous chief in that.
Page 63 - I am no orator, as Brutus is; But, as you know me all, a plain blunt man, That love my friend; and that they know full well That gave me public leave to speak of him: For I have neither wit, nor words, nor worth, Action, nor utterance, nor the power of speech, To stir men's blood: I only speak right on; I tell you that which you yourselves do know; Show you sweet Caesar's wounds, poor poor dumb mouths...
Page 11 - Why should that name be sounded more than yours ? Write them together, yours is as fair a name ; Sound them, it doth become the mouth as well ; Weigh them, it is as heavy ; conjure with them, Brutus will start a spirit as soon as Caesar.
Page 60 - 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!