The Plays of Shakspeare: Printed from the Text of Samuel Johnson, George Steevens, and Isaac Reed, Volume 11Longman, Hurst, Rees, and Orme, 1807 |
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Page 111
... Alcib . Sir , you have sav'd my longing , and I feed Most hungrily on your sight . Tim . Right welcome , sir : Ere we depart , we'll share a bounteous time In different pleasures . Pray you , let us in . [ Exeunt all but APEMANTUS ...
... Alcib . Sir , you have sav'd my longing , and I feed Most hungrily on your sight . Tim . Right welcome , sir : Ere we depart , we'll share a bounteous time In different pleasures . Pray you , let us in . [ Exeunt all but APEMANTUS ...
Page 115
... Alcib . My heart is ever at your service , my lord . Tim . You had rather be at a breakfast of enemies , than a dinner of friends . Alcib . So they were bleeding - new , my lord , there's no meat like them ; I could wish my best friend ...
... Alcib . My heart is ever at your service , my lord . Tim . You had rather be at a breakfast of enemies , than a dinner of friends . Alcib . So they were bleeding - new , my lord , there's no meat like them ; I could wish my best friend ...
Page 121
... Alcib . Ay , defiled land , my lord . 1 Lord . We are so virtuously bound , -- Tim . And so Am I to you . 2 Lord . So infinitely endear'd , —— Tim . All to you . - Lights , more lights . 1 Lord . The best of happiness , Honour , and ...
... Alcib . Ay , defiled land , my lord . 1 Lord . We are so virtuously bound , -- Tim . And so Am I to you . 2 Lord . So infinitely endear'd , —— Tim . All to you . - Lights , more lights . 1 Lord . The best of happiness , Honour , and ...
Page 146
... Alcib . Honour , health , and compassion to the senate ! 1 Sen. Now , captain ? Alcib . I am an humble suitor to your virtues ; For pity is the virtue of the law , And none but tyrants use it cruelly . It pleases time , and fortune , to ...
... Alcib . Honour , health , and compassion to the senate ! 1 Sen. Now , captain ? Alcib . I am an humble suitor to your virtues ; For pity is the virtue of the law , And none but tyrants use it cruelly . It pleases time , and fortune , to ...
Page 147
... Alcib . My lord , - 1 Sen. You cannot make gross sins look clear ; To revenge is no valour , but to bear . Alcib . My lords , then , under favour , pardon me , If I speak like a captain.— Why do fond men expose themselves to battle ...
... Alcib . My lord , - 1 Sen. You cannot make gross sins look clear ; To revenge is no valour , but to bear . Alcib . My lords , then , under favour , pardon me , If I speak like a captain.— Why do fond men expose themselves to battle ...
Common terms and phrases
Alcib Alcibiades Antiochus Antium Apem Apemantus Athens Aufidius Bawd bear beseech blood Boult Caius Marcius Caph CLEON Cominius consul CORIOLANUS Corioli daughter Dionyza do't dost doth ears enemy Enter Exeunt Exit eyes fear Fish Flav fool fortune friends Gent give gods gold hate hath hear heart heaven Helicanus honest honour i'the king knight lady Lart look lord Timon lordship Lucullus Lychorida LYSIMACHUS Marina master MENENIUS Mitylene mother ne'er never noble o'the Pain patricians peace Pentapolis Pericles PHRYNIA Poet pr'ythee pray prince prince of Tyre Re-enter Roman Rome SCENE III.-The Senators Serv Servant SICINIUS Simonides speak sword tell Thai Thaisa thank Tharsus thee there's thine thing thou art thou hast thyself TITUS LARTIUS tongue tribunes Tyre unto VIRGILIA voices Volces VOLUMNIA What's worthy would'st
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Page 159 - 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.
Page 295 - I loved the maid I married ; never man Sigh'd truer breath ; but that I see thee here, Thou noble thing ! more dances my rapt heart Than when I first my wedded mistress saw Bestride my threshold.
Page 322 - You have won a happy victory to Rome : But, for your son, — believe it, O, believe it, Most dangerously you have with him prevail'd, If not most mortal to him.
Page 317 - What is that curt'sy worth, or those doves' eyes, Which can make gods forsworn? — I melt, and am not Of stronger earth than others. — My mother bows ; As if Olympus to a molehill should In supplication nod; and my young boy Hath an aspect of intercession, which Great nature cries, Deny not.