The Plays of William Shakespeare: With Notes of Various Commentators, Volume 10G. Kearsley [Printed, 1806 |
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Page 66
... son of sixteen , Pluck the lin'd crutch from thy old limping sire , With it beat out his brains ! piety , and fear , Religion to the gods , peace , justice , truth , Domestick awe , night - rest , and neighbourhood , Instruction ...
... son of sixteen , Pluck the lin'd crutch from thy old limping sire , With it beat out his brains ! piety , and fear , Religion to the gods , peace , justice , truth , Domestick awe , night - rest , and neighbourhood , Instruction ...
Page 77
... sons doth hate , From forth thy plenteous bosom , one poor root ! Ensear thy fertile and conceptious womb , Let it no more bring out ingrateful man ! Go great with tigers , dragons , wolves , and bears ; Teem with new monsters , whom ...
... sons doth hate , From forth thy plenteous bosom , one poor root ! Ensear thy fertile and conceptious womb , Let it no more bring out ingrateful man ! Go great with tigers , dragons , wolves , and bears ; Teem with new monsters , whom ...
Page 84
... . O thou sweet king - killer , and dear divorce [ Looking on the gold . " Twixt natural son and sire ! thou bright defiler Of Hymen's purest bed ! thou valiant Mars ! Thou ever young , fresh , lov'd , and delicate 84 TIMON OF ATHENS .
... . O thou sweet king - killer , and dear divorce [ Looking on the gold . " Twixt natural son and sire ! thou bright defiler Of Hymen's purest bed ! thou valiant Mars ! Thou ever young , fresh , lov'd , and delicate 84 TIMON OF ATHENS .
Page 86
... sons . Thieves . We are not thieves , but men that much do want . Tim . Your greatest want is , you want much of meat . Why should you want ? Behold , the earth hath roots ; Within this mile break forth a hundred springs : The oaks bear ...
... sons . Thieves . We are not thieves , but men that much do want . Tim . Your greatest want is , you want much of meat . Why should you want ? Behold , the earth hath roots ; Within this mile break forth a hundred springs : The oaks bear ...
Page 128
... the Moor utters the following lines : She has out - done me ev'n in mine own art , Out - done me in murder - kill'd her own child ! Give it me -- I'll eat it . STEEVENS . SATURNINUS , Son to the late Emperor of Rome , 128.
... the Moor utters the following lines : She has out - done me ev'n in mine own art , Out - done me in murder - kill'd her own child ! Give it me -- I'll eat it . STEEVENS . SATURNINUS , Son to the late Emperor of Rome , 128.
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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.