The Plays of William Shakespeare: With Notes of Various Commentators, Volume 10G. Kearsley [Printed, 1806 |
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... noble lord , Pawn me to this your honour , she is his . Tim . My hand to thee ; mine honour on my promise . Luc . Humbly I thank your lordship : Never may VOL . X. That state or fortune fall into my keeping , Which TIMON OF ATHENS . 13.
... noble lord , Pawn me to this your honour , she is his . Tim . My hand to thee ; mine honour on my promise . Luc . Humbly I thank your lordship : Never may VOL . X. That state or fortune fall into my keeping , Which TIMON OF ATHENS . 13.
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... never prove so fond , To trust man on his oath or bond ; Or a harlot , for her weeping ; Or a dog , that seems a sleeping ; Or a keeper with my freedom ; Or my friends , if I should need ' em . Amen . So fall to't : Rich men sin , and I ...
... never prove so fond , To trust man on his oath or bond ; Or a harlot , for her weeping ; Or a dog , that seems a sleeping ; Or a keeper with my freedom ; Or my friends , if I should need ' em . Amen . So fall to't : Rich men sin , and I ...
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... never have need of them ? they were the most needless creatures living , should we 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 ...
... never have need of them ? they were the most needless creatures living , should we 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 ...
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... never have sound legs . Thus honest fools lay out their wealth on court'sies . Tim . Now , Apemantus , if thou wert not sullen , I'd be good to thee . Apem . No , I'll nothing : for , If I should be brib'd too , there would be none left ...
... never have sound legs . Thus honest fools lay out their wealth on court'sies . Tim . Now , Apemantus , if thou wert not sullen , I'd be good to thee . Apem . No , I'll nothing : for , If I should be brib'd too , there would be none left ...
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... cease his flow of riot : Takes no account How things go from him ; nor resumes no care Of what is to continue ; Never mind Was to be so unwise , to be so kind . What shall be done ? He will not hear , 32 TIMON OF ATHENS .
... cease his flow of riot : Takes no account How things go from him ; nor resumes no care Of what is to continue ; Never mind Was to be so unwise , to be so kind . What shall be done ? He will not hear , 32 TIMON OF ATHENS .
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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.