Shakespeare's Tragedy of Timon of AthensAmerican Book Company, 1906 - 235 pages |
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1st folio 2d folio accented Alcibiades Apemantus Athenian Bandit beast bounty called Cambridge editors Capell Caphis Clarke confound conjecture corrected by Rowe doth drama Dyce Enter Exeunt Exit false friends feast Flaminius flatterer Flavius Fleay folio fool fortunes friends give gods gold Hanmer reads hate hath heart honest honour Hortensius Hudson adopts instance jewel Johnson Julius Cæsar knave Lear live Lord Timon lordship Lucilius Lucullus Malone meaning nature ne'er noble numbered Old Athenian Painter passage Philotus Phrynia play Plutarch Plutus Poet Pope reads probably prose Rich satire says SCENE Schmidt seems Sempronius Senator Servant of Lucius Servant of Varro Servilius Shake Shakespeare Soldier speak spirit Steevens steward suggested syllable thee Theobald thine thou art thyself Timandra TIMON OF ATHENS Titus Troilus and Cressida unto Ventidius verb Verplanck verse villain Warburton Whole word wouldst
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Page 67 - He's truly valiant, that can wisely suffer The worst that man can breathe ; and make his wrongs His outsides ; wear them like his raiment, carelessly ; And ne'er prefer his injuries to his heart, To bring it into danger.
Page 99 - Come not to me again : but say to Athens, Timon hath made his everlasting mansion Upon the beached verge of the salt flood ; Whom once a day with his embossed froth The turbulent surge shall cover ; thither come, And let my grave-stone be your oracle.
Page 127 - In limning out a well-proportioned steed, His art with nature's workmanship at strife, As if the dead the living should exceed; So did this horse excel a common one In shape, in courage, colour, pace and bone.
Page 119 - Here lies a wretched corse, of wretched soul bereft : Seek not my name : a plague consume you wicked caitiffs left ! Here lie I, Timon ; who, alive, all living men did hate : Pass by, and curse thy fill ; but pass, and stay not here thy gait.
Page 96 - 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.