The Works of William Shakespeare, Band 7Blackie, 1890 |
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... Exit . Old Ath . Lord Timon , hear me speak . Tim . Freely , good father . Old Ath . Thou hast a servant nam'd Lucilius . Tim . I have so : what of him ? 112 Old Ath . Most noble Timon , call the man before thee . Tim . Attends he here ...
... Exit . Old Ath . Lord Timon , hear me speak . Tim . Freely , good father . Old Ath . Thou hast a servant nam'd Lucilius . Tim . I have so : what of him ? 112 Old Ath . Most noble Timon , call the man before thee . Tim . Attends he here ...
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... Exit . First Lord . He's opposite to humanity.- Come , shall we in , And taste Lord Timon's bounty ? he out- goes The very heart of kindness . Sec . Lord . He pours it out ; Plutus , the god of gold , Is but his steward : no meed5 but ...
... Exit . First Lord . He's opposite to humanity.- Come , shall we in , And taste Lord Timon's bounty ? he out- goes The very heart of kindness . Sec . Lord . He pours it out ; Plutus , the god of gold , Is but his steward : no meed5 but ...
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... Exit Cupid . First Lord . You see , my lord , how ample you're belov'd . Music . Re - enter CUPID , with a Mask of Ladies as Amazons with lutes in their hands , dancing and playing . Apem . Hoy - day , what a sweep of vanity comes this ...
... Exit Cupid . First Lord . You see , my lord , how ample you're belov'd . Music . Re - enter CUPID , with a Mask of Ladies as Amazons with lutes in their hands , dancing and playing . Apem . Hoy - day , what a sweep of vanity comes this ...
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... Serv . Here , my lord , in readiness . Sec . Lord . Our horses ! 5 Cross'd , furnished with crosses , i.e. money . [ Exit . 171 Tim . Re - enter FLAVIUS with the casket . 22 ACT I. Scene 2 . ACT I. Scene 2 . TIMON OF ATHENS .
... Serv . Here , my lord , in readiness . Sec . Lord . Our horses ! 5 Cross'd , furnished with crosses , i.e. money . [ Exit . 171 Tim . Re - enter FLAVIUS with the casket . 22 ACT I. Scene 2 . ACT I. Scene 2 . TIMON OF ATHENS .
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... Exit . Happier is he that has no friend to feed Than such that do e'en enemies exceed . I bleed inwardly for my lord . Tim . You do youselves Much wrong , you bate too much of your own merits : - Here , my lord , a trifle of our love ...
... Exit . Happier is he that has no friend to feed Than such that do e'en enemies exceed . I bleed inwardly for my lord . Tim . You do youselves Much wrong , you bate too much of your own merits : - Here , my lord , a trifle of our love ...
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Seite 347 - You see, sweet maid, we marry A gentler scion to the wildest stock, And make conceive a bark of baser kind By bud of nobler race : this is an art Which does mend nature, change it rather, but The art itself is nature.
Seite 203 - 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 : No sovereignty : — Seb.
Seite 188 - The isle is full of noises, Sounds and sweet airs, that give delight and hurt not. Sometimes a thousand twangling instruments Will hum about mine ears, and sometime voices That, if I then had wak'd after long sleep, Will make me sleep again ; and then, in dreaming, The clouds methought would open and show riches Ready to drop upon me, that, when I wak'd, I cried to dream again.
Seite 197 - em. Caliban. I must eat my dinner. This island's mine, by Sycorax my mother, Which thou tak'st from me. When thou earnest first, Thou strok'dst me and mad'st much of me, wouldst give me Water with berries in't, and teach me how To name the bigger light, and how the less, That burn by day and night : and then I lov'd thee, And show'd thee all the qualities o' th' isle, The fresh springs, brine-pits, barren place and fertile.
Seite 185 - gainst my fury Do I take part : the rarer action is In virtue than in vengeance : they being penitent, The sole drift of my purpose doth extend Not a frown further : Go, release them, Ariel ; My charms I'll break, their senses I'll restore, And they shall be themselves.
Seite 53 - 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 41 - 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 accurs'd; Make the hoar leprosy ador'd ; place thieves, And give them title, knee, and approbation, With senators on the bench...
Seite 215 - 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, pronounc'd 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 208 - I have broke your hest to say so ! Fer. Admir'd Miranda! Indeed, the top of admiration ; worth What's dearest to the world ! Full many a lady I have ey'd with best regard ; and many a time The harmony of their tongues hath into bondage Brought my too diligent ear: for several virtues Have I lik'd several women ; never any With so full soul, but some defect in her Did quarrel with the noblest grace she ow'd, And put it to the foil: But you, O you, So perfect, and so peerless, are created Of every...
Seite 212 - Be not afeard ; the isle is full of noises, Sounds, and sweet airs, that give delight and hurt not. Sometimes a thousand twangling instruments Will hum about mine ears ; and...