The Plays of William Shakespeare: With Notes of Various Commentators, Volume 10G. Kearsley [Printed, 1806 |
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... Ne'er flatter thee . - O you gods ! what a number Of men eat Timon , and he sees them not ! It grieves me , to see so many dip their meat In one man's blood 16 ; and all the madness is , He cheers them up too . I wonder , men dare trust ...
... Ne'er flatter thee . - O you gods ! what a number Of men eat Timon , and he sees them not ! It grieves me , to see so many dip their meat In one man's blood 16 ; and all the madness is , He cheers them up too . I wonder , men dare trust ...
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... ne'er left man i'the mire : This , and my food , are equals ; there's no odds . Feasts are too proud to give thanks to the gods . APEMANTUS's GRACE . Immortal gods , I crave no pelf ; I pray for no man but myself : Grant I may never ...
... ne'er left man i'the mire : This , and my food , are equals ; there's no odds . Feasts are too proud to give thanks to the gods . APEMANTUS's GRACE . Immortal gods , I crave no pelf ; I pray for no man but myself : Grant I may never ...
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... ne'er have use for them : and would most resemble sweet in- struments hung up in cases , that keep their sounds to themselves . Why , I have often wish'd myself poorer , that I might come nearer to you . We are born to do benefits : and ...
... ne'er have use for them : and would most resemble sweet in- struments hung up in cases , that keep their sounds to themselves . Why , I have often wish'd myself poorer , that I might come nearer to you . We are born to do benefits : and ...
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... ne'er be wretched for his mind . [ Exit , and returns , with the casket . 1 Lord . Where be our men ? Serv . 2 Lord . Our horses . Tim . Here , my lord , in readiness . O my friends , I have one word To say to you : -Look you , my good ...
... ne'er be wretched for his mind . [ Exit , and returns , with the casket . 1 Lord . Where be our men ? Serv . 2 Lord . Our horses . Tim . Here , my lord , in readiness . O my friends , I have one word To say to you : -Look you , my good ...
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... ne'er be weary . - Alcibiades , Thou art a soldier , therefore seldom rich , It comes in charity to thee : for all thy living Is ' mongst the dead ; and all the lands thou hast Lie in a pitch'd field . Alcib . Ay , defiled land , my ...
... ne'er be weary . - Alcibiades , Thou art a soldier , therefore seldom rich , It comes in charity to thee : for all thy living Is ' mongst the dead ; and all the lands thou hast Lie in a pitch'd field . Alcib . Ay , defiled land , my ...
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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.