The Plays of William Shakespeare: With Notes of Various Commentators, Volume 10G. Kearsley [Printed, 1806 |
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... true friendship , there needs none . Pray , sit ; more welcome are ye to my fortunes , Than my fortunes to me . [ They sit . 1 Lord . My lord , we always have confess'd it . Apem . Ho , ho , confess'd it ? hang'd it , have you not ? Tim ...
... true friendship , there needs none . Pray , sit ; more welcome are ye to my fortunes , Than my fortunes to me . [ They sit . 1 Lord . My lord , we always have confess'd it . Apem . Ho , ho , confess'd it ? hang'd it , have you not ? Tim ...
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... man Can justly praise , but what he does affect : I weigh my friend's affection with mine own ; I'll tell you true . I'll call on you . All Lords . None so welcome . Tim . I take all and your several visitations So 28 TIMON OF ATHENS .
... man Can justly praise , but what he does affect : I weigh my friend's affection with mine own ; I'll tell you true . I'll call on you . All Lords . None so welcome . Tim . I take all and your several visitations So 28 TIMON OF ATHENS .
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... true . Flav . If you suspect my husbandry , or falsehood , Call me before the exactest auditors , And set me on the proof . So the gods bless me , When all our offices have been oppress'd With riotous feeders ; when our vaults have wept ...
... true . Flav . If you suspect my husbandry , or falsehood , Call me before the exactest auditors , And set me on the proof . So the gods bless me , When all our offices have been oppress'd With riotous feeders ; when our vaults have wept ...
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... true ? can it be ? Flav . They answer , in a joint and corporate voice , That now they are at fall , want treasure , cannot Do what they would ; are sorry - you are honour- able , — But yet they could have wish'd - they know not - but ...
... true ? can it be ? Flav . They answer , in a joint and corporate voice , That now they are at fall , want treasure , cannot Do what they would ; are sorry - you are honour- able , — But yet they could have wish'd - they know not - but ...
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... true , and honest ; ingeniously I speak , No blame belongs to thee : - [ To Serv . ] Ventidius lately Bury'd his father ; by whose death , he's stepp'd Into a great estate : when he was poor , Imprison'd , and in scarcity of friends , I ...
... true , and honest ; ingeniously I speak , No blame belongs to thee : - [ To Serv . ] Ventidius lately Bury'd his father ; by whose death , he's stepp'd Into a great estate : when he was poor , Imprison'd , and in scarcity of friends , I ...
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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.