The Works of William Shakespeare, Band 9Bigelow, Smith & Company, 1909 |
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... father . 110 Old Ath . Thou hast a servant named Lucilius . Tim . I have so : what of him ? Old Ath . Most noble Timon , call the man before thee . Tim . Attends he here , or no ? Lucilius 11 TIMON OF ATHENS Act I. Sc . i .
... father . 110 Old Ath . Thou hast a servant named Lucilius . Tim . I have so : what of him ? Old Ath . Most noble Timon , call the man before thee . Tim . Attends he here , or no ? Lucilius 11 TIMON OF ATHENS Act I. Sc . i .
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... father's age , And call him to long peace . He is gone happy , and has left me rich : Then , as in grateful virtue I am bound To your free heart , I do return those talents , Doubled with thanks and service , from whose help I derived ...
... father's age , And call him to long peace . He is gone happy , and has left me rich : Then , as in grateful virtue I am bound To your free heart , I do return those talents , Doubled with thanks and service , from whose help I derived ...
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... true and honest ; ingeniously I speak , No blame belongs to thee . [ To Serv . ] Ven- tidius lately Buried his father , by whose death he's stepp'd Into a great estate : when he was poor , 45 TIMON OF ATHENS Act II . Sc . ii .
... true and honest ; ingeniously I speak , No blame belongs to thee . [ To Serv . ] Ven- tidius lately Buried his father , by whose death he's stepp'd Into a great estate : when he was poor , 45 TIMON OF ATHENS Act II . Sc . ii .
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... father , And kept his credit with his purse ; 80 Supported his estate ; nay , Timon's money Has paid his men their wages : he ne'er drinks , But Timon's silver treads upon his lip ; And yet - O , see the monstrousness of man When he ...
... father , And kept his credit with his purse ; 80 Supported his estate ; nay , Timon's money Has paid his men their wages : he ne'er drinks , But Timon's silver treads upon his lip ; And yet - O , see the monstrousness of man When he ...
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... father , that poor rag , 271 Must be thy subject , who in spite put stuff To some she beggar and compounded thee Poor rogue hereditary . Hence , be gone ! If thou hadst not been born the worst of men , Thou hadst been a knave and ...
... father , that poor rag , 271 Must be thy subject , who in spite put stuff To some she beggar and compounded thee Poor rogue hereditary . Hence , be gone ! If thou hadst not been born the worst of men , Thou hadst been a knave and ...
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Seite 53 - A strange fish ! Were I in England now, as once I was, and had but this fish painted, not a holiday fool there but would give a piece of silver: there would this monster make a man; any strange beast there makes a man: when they will not give a doit to relieve a lame beggar, they will lay out ten to see a dead Indian. Legged like a man! and his fins like arms! Warm o...
Seite 27 - would it had been done ! Thou didst prevent me ; I had peopled else This isle with Calibans. Pro. Abhorred slave ! Which any print of goodness will not take, Being capable of all ill ! I pitied thee, Took pains to make thee speak, taught thee each hour One thing or other : when thou didst not, savage, Know thine own meaning, but would'st gabble like A thing most brutish, I endow'd thy purposes With words that made them known...
Seite 9 - 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.
Seite 81 - What is here ? 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. Ha, you gods ! why this ? what this, you gods ? Why, this 30 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 accurs'd, Make the hoar leprosy ador'd, place thieves And...
Seite 89 - That come before the swallow dares, and take The winds of March with beauty ; violets, dim, But sweeter than the lids of Juno's eyes, Or Cytherea's breath ; pale primroses, That die unmarried, ere they can behold Bright Phoebus in his strength, a malady Most incident to maids ; bold oxlips, and The crown imperial ; lilies of all kinds, The flower-de-luce being one ! O, these I lack, To make you garlands of; and, my sweet friend, To strew him o'er and o'er.
Seite 42 - All things in common nature should produce Without sweat or endeavour. Treason, felony, Sword, pike, knife, gun, or need of any engine, Would I not have; but nature should bring forth, Of its own kind, all foison, all abundance, To feed my innocent people.
Seite 42 - I' the commonwealth I would by contraries Execute all things ; for no kind of traffic Would I admit; no name of magistrate; Letters should not be known ; riches, poverty, And use of service, none; contract, succession, Bourn, bound of land, tilth, vineyard, none; No use of metal, corn, or wine, or oil ; No occupation; all men idle, all; And women too, but innocent and pure; 160 No sovereignty; — Seb.
Seite 77 - O, it is monstrous, monstrous! Methought, the billows spoke, and told me of it; The winds did sing it to me; and the thunder, That deep and dreadful organ-pipe, pronounced The name of Prosper: it did bass my trespass. Therefore my son i' the ooze is bedded; and I'll seek him deeper than e'er plummet sounded, And with him there lie mudded.
Seite vii - O, wonder! How many goodly creatures are there here! How beauteous mankind is! O brave new world, That has such people in 't! Pros. 'Tis new to thee.