The Plays of William Shakespeare: With Notes of Various Commentators, Volume 10G. Kearsley [Printed, 1806 |
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... bear my daughter . Tim . Does she love him ? Old Ath . She is young , and apt : Our own precedent passions do instruct us What levity's in youth . Tim . [ to Lucilius . ] Love you the maid ? Luc . Ay , my good lord , and she accepts of ...
... bear my daughter . Tim . Does she love him ? Old Ath . She is young , and apt : Our own precedent passions do instruct us What levity's in youth . Tim . [ to Lucilius . ] Love you the maid ? Luc . Ay , my good lord , and she accepts of ...
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... bear , with your lordship . Mer . He'll spare none . Tim . Good morrow to thee , gentle Apemantus ! Apem . Till I be gentle , stay for thy good morrow ; When thou art Timon's dog , and these knaves honest . Tim . Why dost thou call them ...
... bear , with your lordship . Mer . He'll spare none . Tim . Good morrow to thee , gentle Apemantus ! Apem . Till I be gentle , stay for thy good morrow ; When thou art Timon's dog , and these knaves honest . Tim . Why dost thou call them ...
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... bears that office , to signify their plea- sures . Tim . I pray , let them be admitted . Enter Cupid . Cup . Hail to thee , worthy Timon ; and to all That of his bounties taste ! -The five best senses Acknowledge thee their patron ; and ...
... bears that office , to signify their plea- sures . Tim . I pray , let them be admitted . Enter Cupid . Cup . Hail to thee , worthy Timon ; and to all That of his bounties taste ! -The five best senses Acknowledge thee their patron ; and ...
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... bears Not one spurn to their graves of their friends ' gift ? I should fear , those , that dance before me now , Would one day stamp upon me : It has been done ; Men shut their doors against a setting sun . The Lords rise from table ...
... bears Not one spurn to their graves of their friends ' gift ? I should fear , those , that dance before me now , Would one day stamp upon me : It has been done ; Men shut their doors against a setting sun . The Lords rise from table ...
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... bear . Alcib . My lords , then , under favour , pardon me , If I speak like a captain.- Why do fond men expose themselves to battle , And not endure all threatnings ? sleep upon it , And let the foes quietly cut their throats , Without ...
... bear . Alcib . My lords , then , under favour , pardon me , If I speak like a captain.- Why do fond men expose themselves to battle , And not endure all threatnings ? sleep upon it , And let the foes quietly cut their throats , Without ...
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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.