The Plays of William Shakespeare: With Notes of Various Commentators, Volume 10G. Kearsley [Printed, 1806 |
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... brought in my accounts , Laid them before you ; you would throw them off , And say , you found them in mine honesty . When , for some trifling present , you have bid me Return so much , I have shook my head , and wept ; Yea , ' gainst ...
... brought in my accounts , Laid them before you ; you would throw them off , And say , you found them in mine honesty . When , for some trifling present , you have bid me Return so much , I have shook my head , and wept ; Yea , ' gainst ...
Page 62
... you . 2 Lord . My noble lord , —- Tim . Ah , my good friend ! what cheer ? [ The banquet brought in . 2 Lord . My most honourable lord , I am e'en sick of shame , that , when your lordship this other 62 TIMON OF ATHENS .
... you . 2 Lord . My noble lord , —- Tim . Ah , my good friend ! what cheer ? [ The banquet brought in . 2 Lord . My most honourable lord , I am e'en sick of shame , that , when your lordship this other 62 TIMON OF ATHENS .
Page 69
... brought low by his own heart ; Undone by goodness ! " Strange , unusual blood , When man's worst sin is , he does too much good ! Who then dares to be half so kind again ? For bounty , that makes gods , does still mar men . My dearest ...
... brought low by his own heart ; Undone by goodness ! " Strange , unusual blood , When man's worst sin is , he does too much good ! Who then dares to be half so kind again ? For bounty , that makes gods , does still mar men . My dearest ...
Page 106
... brought away , whose soft impression Interprets for my poor ignorance . T Alcib . [ Reads . ] Here lies a wretched corse , of wretched soul bereft : Seek not my name : A plague consume you wicked 51 caitiff's left ! Here lie I Timon ...
... brought away , whose soft impression Interprets for my poor ignorance . T Alcib . [ Reads . ] Here lies a wretched corse , of wretched soul bereft : Seek not my name : A plague consume you wicked 51 caitiff's left ! Here lie I Timon ...
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... brought to yoke , the enemies of Rome . Flourish of trumpets , & c . enter MUTIUS and MAR- TIUS : after them , two men bearing a coffin cover'd with black ; then QUINTUS and LUCIUS . After them , TITUS ANDRONICUS ; and then TAMORA ...
... brought to yoke , the enemies of Rome . Flourish of trumpets , & c . enter MUTIUS and MAR- TIUS : after them , two men bearing a coffin cover'd with black ; then QUINTUS and LUCIUS . After them , TITUS ANDRONICUS ; and then TAMORA ...
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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.