The Plays of William Shakespeare: With Notes of Various Commentators, Volume 10G. Kearsley [Printed, 1806 |
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... blood 16 ; and all the madness is , He cheers them up too . I wonder , men dare trust themselves with men : Methinks , they should invite them without knives ; Good for their meat , and safer for their lives . There's much example for't ...
... blood 16 ; and all the madness is , He cheers them up too . I wonder , men dare trust themselves with men : Methinks , they should invite them without knives ; Good for their meat , and safer for their lives . There's much example for't ...
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... blood is cak'd , ' tis cold , it seldom flows ; ' Tis lack of kindly warmth , they are not kind ; And nature , as it grows again toward earth , Is fashion'd for the journey , dull , and heavy.- Go to Ventidius , - [ To a Serv . TIMON OF ...
... blood is cak'd , ' tis cold , it seldom flows ; ' Tis lack of kindly warmth , they are not kind ; And nature , as it grows again toward earth , Is fashion'd for the journey , dull , and heavy.- Go to Ventidius , - [ To a Serv . TIMON OF ...
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... blood . Luc . Serv . Five thousand crowns , my lord . Tim . Five thousand drops pays that.— What yours ? -and yours ? 1 Var . Serv . My lord , - 2 Var . Serv . My lord , - Tim . Tear me , take me , and the gods fall on you ! [ Exit ...
... blood . Luc . Serv . Five thousand crowns , my lord . Tim . Five thousand drops pays that.— What yours ? -and yours ? 1 Var . Serv . My lord , - 2 Var . Serv . My lord , - Tim . Tear me , take me , and the gods fall on you ! [ Exit ...
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... blood , Hath stepp'd into the law , which is past depth To those that , without heed , do plunge into it . He is a man , setting his fate aside , Of comely virtues : Nor did he soil the fact with cowardice ; ( An honour in him , which ...
... blood , Hath stepp'd into the law , which is past depth To those that , without heed , do plunge into it . He is a man , setting his fate aside , Of comely virtues : Nor did he soil the fact with cowardice ; ( An honour in him , which ...
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... blood ? To kill , I grant , is sin's extremest gust ; But , in defence , by mercy , ' tis most just . To be in anger , is impiety ; But who is man , that is not angry ? Weigh but the crime with this . 2 Sen. You breathe in vain . Alcib ...
... blood ? To kill , I grant , is sin's extremest gust ; But , in defence , by mercy , ' tis most just . To be in anger , is impiety ; But who is man , that is not angry ? Weigh but the crime with this . 2 Sen. You breathe in vain . Alcib ...
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Page 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...
Page 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.
Page 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.