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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... mother's flesh , which did me breed : I sought a husband , in which labour , I found that kindness in a father . He's father , son , and husband mild , I mother , wife , and yet his child . How they may be , and yet in two , As you will ...
... mother's flesh , which did me breed : I sought a husband , in which labour , I found that kindness in a father . He's father , son , and husband mild , I mother , wife , and yet his child . How they may be , and yet in two , As you will ...
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... mother's flesh , By the defiling of her parent's bed ; And both like serpents are , who though they feed On sweetest flowers , yet they poison breed . Antioch , farewell ! for wisdom sees , those men Blush not in actions blacker than ...
... mother's flesh , By the defiling of her parent's bed ; And both like serpents are , who though they feed On sweetest flowers , yet they poison breed . Antioch , farewell ! for wisdom sees , those men Blush not in actions blacker than ...
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... mothers who , to nousle up their babes , Thought nought too curious , are ready now , To eat those little darlings whom they lov❜d . So sharp are hunger's teeth , that man and wife Draw lots , who first shall die to lengthen life ...
... mothers who , to nousle up their babes , Thought nought too curious , are ready now , To eat those little darlings whom they lov❜d . So sharp are hunger's teeth , that man and wife Draw lots , who first shall die to lengthen life ...
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... mother died , This world to me is like a lasting storm , Whirring me from my friends . Dion . How now , Marina ! why do you keep alone ? How chance my daughter is not with you ? Do not Consume your blood with sorrowing : you have A ...
... mother died , This world to me is like a lasting storm , Whirring me from my friends . Dion . How now , Marina ! why do you keep alone ? How chance my daughter is not with you ? Do not Consume your blood with sorrowing : you have A ...
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... mother ! Bawd . Why lament you , pretty one ? Mar. That I am pretty . Bawd . Come , the gods have done their part in you . Mar. I accuse them not . Bawd . You are lit into my hands , where you are like to live . Mar. The more my fault ...
... mother ! Bawd . Why lament you , pretty one ? Mar. That I am pretty . Bawd . Come , the gods have done their part in you . Mar. I accuse them not . Bawd . You are lit into my hands , where you are like to live . Mar. The more my fault ...
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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.