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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... fool , that makes us scan The outward habit by the inward man . But stay , the knights are coming ; we'll withdraw Into the gallery . [ Exeunt . [ Great shouts , and all cry , The mean knight . SCENE III . - The same . A Hall of State ...
... fool , that makes us scan The outward habit by the inward man . But stay , the knights are coming ; we'll withdraw Into the gallery . [ Exeunt . [ Great shouts , and all cry , The mean knight . SCENE III . - The same . A Hall of State ...
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... your adventurous worth ; Whom if you find , and win unto return , You shall like diamonds sit about his crown . 1 Lord . To wisdom he's a fool that will not yield ; And , since lord Helicane enjoineth us , We with $ 8 ACT II . PERICLES ,
... your adventurous worth ; Whom if you find , and win unto return , You shall like diamonds sit about his crown . 1 Lord . To wisdom he's a fool that will not yield ; And , since lord Helicane enjoineth us , We with $ 8 ACT II . PERICLES ,
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... fool and death . 2 Gent . Your honour has through Ephesus pour'd forth Your charity , and hundreds call themselves Your creatures , who by you have been restor❜d : And not your knowledge , personal pain , but even Your purse , still ...
... fool and death . 2 Gent . Your honour has through Ephesus pour'd forth Your charity , and hundreds call themselves Your creatures , who by you have been restor❜d : And not your knowledge , personal pain , but even Your purse , still ...
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... fools withal : this cannot be . My daughter's buried . [ Aside . ] Well ; -where were you bred ? I'll hear you more , to the bottom of your story , And never interrupt you . Mar. You'll scarce believe me ; ' twere best I did give o'er ...
... fools withal : this cannot be . My daughter's buried . [ Aside . ] Well ; -where were you bred ? I'll hear you more , to the bottom of your story , And never interrupt you . Mar. You'll scarce believe me ; ' twere best I did give o'er ...
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... Fool . PHRYNIA , TIMANDRA , Mistresses to ALCIBIADES . Other Lords , Senators , Officers , Soldiers , Thieves , and Attendants . SCENE , Athens ; and the woods adjoining . TIMON OF ATHENS . ACT I. Enter Poet , Painter.
... Fool . PHRYNIA , TIMANDRA , Mistresses to ALCIBIADES . Other Lords , Senators , Officers , Soldiers , Thieves , and Attendants . SCENE , Athens ; and the woods adjoining . TIMON OF ATHENS . ACT I. Enter Poet , Painter.
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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.