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... Apemantus . Enter Lucius and Lucullus . Luc . What time a day is't , Apemantus ? Apem . Time to be honeft . Luc . That time serves ftill . Apem . The most accurfed thou , that ftill omitt'ft it . Lucul . Thou art going to lord Timon's ...
... Apemantus . Enter Lucius and Lucullus . Luc . What time a day is't , Apemantus ? Apem . Time to be honeft . Luc . That time serves ftill . Apem . The most accurfed thou , that ftill omitt'ft it . Lucul . Thou art going to lord Timon's ...
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... Apemantus difcontentedly . " M ° MOST Ven . OST honour'd Timon , it hath pleas'd the Gods To call my father's age unto long peace . He is gone happy , and has left me rich . Then , as in grateful virtue I am bound To your free heart , I ...
... Apemantus difcontentedly . " M ° MOST Ven . OST honour'd Timon , it hath pleas'd the Gods To call my father's age unto long peace . He is gone happy , and has left me rich . Then , as in grateful virtue I am bound To your free heart , I ...
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... Apemantus , that few things loves better Than to abhor himself ; ev'n he drops down The knee before him , and returns in peace Moft rich in Timon's nod . Pain . I faw them speak together . Poet . I have upon a high and pleafant hill ...
... Apemantus , that few things loves better Than to abhor himself ; ev'n he drops down The knee before him , and returns in peace Moft rich in Timon's nod . Pain . I faw them speak together . Poet . I have upon a high and pleafant hill ...
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... Apemantus . Jew . We'll bear it with your lordship . Mer . He'll fpare none . Tim . Good morrow to thee , gentle Apemantus ! Apem . ' Till I be gentle , ftay for thy good morrow ; When thou art Timan's dog , and these knaves honest ...
... Apemantus . Jew . We'll bear it with your lordship . Mer . He'll fpare none . Tim . Good morrow to thee , gentle Apemantus ! Apem . ' Till I be gentle , ftay for thy good morrow ; When thou art Timan's dog , and these knaves honest ...
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... Apemantus . Apem . Thou know't I do , I call'd thee by thy name . Tim . Thou art proud , Apemantus . Apem . Of nothing fo much , as that I am not like Timon . Tim . Whither art going ? Apem . To knock out an honeft Athenian's brains ...
... Apemantus . Apem . Thou know't I do , I call'd thee by thy name . Tim . Thou art proud , Apemantus . Apem . Of nothing fo much , as that I am not like Timon . Tim . Whither art going ? Apem . To knock out an honeft Athenian's brains ...
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Seite 283 - I go, and it is done: the bell invites me. Hear it not, Duncan, for it is a knell That summons thee to heaven, or to hell.
Seite 279 - Your face, my thane, is as a book, where men May read strange -matters: — to beguile the time, Look like the time ; bear welcome in your eye, Your hand, your tongue : look like the innocent flower, But be the serpent under it...
Seite 280 - I have given suck, and know How tender 'tis to love the babe that milks me: I would, while it was smiling in my face, Have pluck'd my nipple from his boneless gums, And dash'd the brains out, had I so sworn as you Have done to this.
Seite 277 - Than wishest should be undone. Hie thee hither, That I may pour my spirits in thine ear; And chastise with the valour of my tongue All that impedes thee from the golden round, Which fate and metaphysical aid doth seem To have thee crown'd withal.
Seite 459 - If you have writ your annals true, 'tis there, That, like an eagle in a dovecote, I Flutter'd your Volscians in Corioli : Alone I did it. — Boy ! Auf.
Seite 55 - Gallow the very wanderers of the dark, And make them keep their caves: since I was man, Such sheets of fire, such bursts of horrid thunder, Such groans of roaring wind and rain, I never Remember to have heard : man's nature cannot carry The affliction nor the fear.
Seite 282 - Is this a dagger which I see before me, The handle toward my hand? Come, let me clutch thee: — I have thee not, and yet I see thee still. Art thou not , fatal vision , sensible To feeling as to sight? or art thou but A dagger of the mind, a false creation, Proceeding from the heat-oppressed brain?
Seite 331 - I have liv'd long enough : my way of life Is fall'n into the sear , the yellow leaf; And that which should accompany old age , As honour, love, obedience, troops of friends, I must not look to have...
Seite 289 - Had I but died an hour before this chance, I had liv'da blessed time; for, from this instant, There's nothing serious in mortality : All is but toys : renown, and grace, is dead ; The wine of life is drawn, and the mere lees Is left this vault to brag of.
Seite 285 - Infirm of purpose! Give me the daggers: the sleeping and the dead Are but as pictures: 'tis the eye of childhood That fears a painted devil. If he do bleed, I'll gild the faces of the grooms withal, For it must seem their guilt.