The Plays of William Shakespeare: With Notes of Various Commentators, Volume 10G. Kearsley [Printed, 1806 |
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... gold , Is but his steward : no meed , but he repays Sevenfold above itself ; no gift to him , But breeds the giver a return exceeding All use of quittance 15 . 1 Lord . The noblest mind he carries , That ever govern'd man . 2 Lord ...
... gold , Is but his steward : no meed , but he repays Sevenfold above itself ; no gift to him , But breeds the giver a return exceeding All use of quittance 15 . 1 Lord . The noblest mind he carries , That ever govern'd man . 2 Lord ...
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... gold , steal but a beggar's dog , And give it Timon , why , the dog coins gold : If I would sell my horse , and buy twenty more Better than he , why , give my horse to Timon , Ask nothing , give it him , it foals me , straight , And ...
... gold , steal but a beggar's dog , And give it Timon , why , the dog coins gold : If I would sell my horse , and buy twenty more Better than he , why , give my horse to Timon , Ask nothing , give it him , it foals me , straight , And ...
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... gold and want ! All . What are we , Apemantus ? Apem . Asses . All Serv . Why ? Apem . That you ask me , what you are , and do not know yourselves . - Speak to ' em , fool . Fool . How do you , gentlemen ? All Serv . Gramercies , good ...
... gold and want ! All . What are we , Apemantus ? Apem . Asses . All Serv . Why ? Apem . That you ask me , what you are , and do not know yourselves . - Speak to ' em , fool . Fool . How do you , gentlemen ? All Serv . Gramercies , good ...
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... gold , I'll be his steward still . [ Exit . SCENE III . The Woods . Enter TIMON . Tim . O blessed breeding sun , draw from the earth Rotten humidity ; below thy sister's orb Infect the air ! Twinn'd brothers of one womb , — Whose ...
... gold , I'll be his steward still . [ Exit . SCENE III . The Woods . Enter TIMON . Tim . O blessed breeding sun , draw from the earth Rotten humidity ; below thy sister's orb Infect the air ! Twinn'd brothers of one womb , — Whose ...
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... Gold ? yellow , glittering , precious gold ? No , gods , I am no idle votarist . Roots , you clear heavens ! Thus much of this , will make black , white ; foul , fair ; Wrong , right ; base , noble ; old , young ; coward , valiant ...
... Gold ? yellow , glittering , precious gold ? No , gods , I am no idle votarist . Roots , you clear heavens ! Thus much of this , will make black , white ; foul , fair ; Wrong , right ; base , noble ; old , young ; coward , valiant ...
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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.