The Plays of William Shakespeare: With Notes of Various Commentators, Volume 10G. Kearsley [Printed, 1806 |
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... bring me hither . [ Aside . Tim . Flav . Yes , my lord . - More jewels yet ! There is no crossing him in his humour ; Else I should tell him , -Well , -i'faith , I should , When all's spent , he'd be cross'd then , an he could , ' Tis ...
... bring me hither . [ Aside . Tim . Flav . Yes , my lord . - More jewels yet ! There is no crossing him in his humour ; Else I should tell him , -Well , -i'faith , I should , When all's spent , he'd be cross'd then , an he could , ' Tis ...
Page 57
... bring manslaughter into form , set quarrelling Upon the head of valour ; which , indeed , Is valour misbegot , and came into the world When sects and factions were newly born : He's truly valiant , that can wisely suffer The worst TIMON ...
... bring manslaughter into form , set quarrelling Upon the head of valour ; which , indeed , Is valour misbegot , and came into the world When sects and factions were newly born : He's truly valiant , that can wisely suffer The worst TIMON ...
Page 58
... bring it into danger . If wrongs be evils , and enforce us kill , What folly ' tis , to hazard life for ill ? Alcib . My lord , —— 1 Sen. You cannot make gross sins look clear ; To revenge is no valour , but to bear . Alcib . My lords ...
... bring it into danger . If wrongs be evils , and enforce us kill , What folly ' tis , to hazard life for ill ? Alcib . My lord , —— 1 Sen. You cannot make gross sins look clear ; To revenge is no valour , but to bear . Alcib . My lords ...
Page 63
... bring in altogether . 2 Lord . All cover'd dishes ! 1 Lord . Royal cheer , I warrant you . 3 Lord . Doubt not that , if money , and the season can yield it . 1 Lord . How do you ? What's the news ? 3 Lord . Alcibiades is banish'd : Hear ...
... bring in altogether . 2 Lord . All cover'd dishes ! 1 Lord . Royal cheer , I warrant you . 3 Lord . Doubt not that , if money , and the season can yield it . 1 Lord . How do you ? What's the news ? 3 Lord . Alcibiades is banish'd : Hear ...
Page 68
... Let each take some ; Nay , put out all your hands . Thus part we rich in sorrow , [ Giving them money . Not one word more : parting poor . [ Exeunt Servants . O , the fierce wretchedness that glory brings us ! 68 TIMON OF ATHENS .
... Let each take some ; Nay , put out all your hands . Thus part we rich in sorrow , [ Giving them money . Not one word more : parting poor . [ Exeunt Servants . O , the fierce wretchedness that glory brings us ! 68 TIMON OF ATHENS .
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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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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.