The Aldus Shakespeare, Volume 33Bigelow Smith, 1909 |
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Alcib Alcibiades Apem Apemantus Athenian beast beggar bounty breath Callimachus Capell Caph Caphis Collier comes confound Coriolanus dost thou dramatic Dyce Enter epitaph Exeunt Exit eyes faults feast Flam Flaminius flatterers Flav Flavius Folio fool fortune friends give gods gold Hanmer hast hate hath heart honest honor ISRAEL GOLLANCZ Jackson conj jewel Johnson conj Julius Cæsar Kenilworth Castle knaves live look Lord Timon lordship Lucilius Lucius Lucullus Malone mankind master means mind misanthropy nature ne'er noble Old Ath Pain Phrynia plague play Plutarch Plutus Poet Poet's prithee rich scene in Act Sempronius Senators Serv Servants Servilius Shake Shakespeare slave speak steward talents thee Theobald There's thine Third Lord thou art thou wert thyself Timandra Timon of Athens Timon's house tion unto Varro Ventidius verse villains Walker conj Warburton wealth wouldst wretched
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Page 76 - 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 accurs'd; Make the hoar leprosy ador'd ; place thieves, And give them title, knee, and approbation, With senators on the bench...
Page 112 - It will be seen to-morrow : my long sickness Of health, and living, now begins to mend, And nothing brings me all things.
Page ix - Give salutation to my sportive blood ? Or on my frailties why are frailer spies, , Which in their wills count bad what I think good ? No, I am that I am, and they that level At my abuses reckon up their own: I may be straight, though they themselves be bevel ; By their rank thoughts my deeds must not b(i shown ; Unless this general evil they maintain, All men are bad, and in their badness reign.
Page 114 - 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.
Page 98 - 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 95 - O thou sweet king-killer, and dear divorce 'Twixt natural son and sire ! thou bright defiler Of Hymen's purest bed ! thou valiant Mars ! Thou ever young, fresh...