The Plays of William Shakespeare: With Notes of Various Commentators, Volume 10G. Kearsley [Printed, 1806 |
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... doth embrace and hug With amplest entertainment : My free drift Halts not particularly , but moves itself In a wide sea of wax 3 : no levell'd malice Infects one comma in the course I hold ; But flies an eagle flight , bold , and forth ...
... doth embrace and hug With amplest entertainment : My free drift Halts not particularly , but moves itself In a wide sea of wax 3 : no levell'd malice Infects one comma in the course I hold ; But flies an eagle flight , bold , and forth ...
Page 73
... doth daily make revolt In my penurious band : I have heard , and griev'd , How cursed Athens , mindless of thy worth , Forgetting thy great deeds , when neighbour states , But for thy sword and fortune , trod upon them , - Tim . I pr ...
... doth daily make revolt In my penurious band : I have heard , and griev'd , How cursed Athens , mindless of thy worth , Forgetting thy great deeds , when neighbour states , But for thy sword and fortune , trod upon them , - Tim . I pr ...
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... doth shine ; Yield him , who all thy human sons doth hate , From forth thy plenteous bosom , one poor root ! Ensear thy fertile and conceptious womb , Let it no more bring out ingrateful man ! Go great with tigers , dragons , wolves ...
... doth shine ; Yield him , who all thy human sons doth hate , From forth thy plenteous bosom , one poor root ! Ensear thy fertile and conceptious womb , Let it no more bring out ingrateful man ! Go great with tigers , dragons , wolves ...
Page 85
... doth thaw the consecrated snow That lies on Dian's lap ! thou visible god , That solder'st close impossibilities , And mak'st them kiss ! that speak'st with every tongue , To every purpose ! O thou touch of hearts ! Think , thy slave ...
... doth thaw the consecrated snow That lies on Dian's lap ! thou visible god , That solder'st close impossibilities , And mak'st them kiss ! that speak'st with every tongue , To every purpose ! O thou touch of hearts ! Think , thy slave ...
Page 98
... doth seldom Play the recanter , -feeling in itself A lack of Timon's aid , hath sense withal Of its own fall , restraining aid to Timon ; And send forth us , to make their sorrowed render , Together with a recompense more fruitful Than ...
... doth seldom Play the recanter , -feeling in itself A lack of Timon's aid , hath sense withal Of its own fall , restraining aid to Timon ; And send forth us , to make their sorrowed render , Together with a recompense more fruitful Than ...
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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.