The Dramatic Works of William Shakespeare, with Biographical Introduction by Henry Glassford Bell...Porteous, 1865 |
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... Thou hast a servant nam'd 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 ! LUCILIUS comes forward from among the Attendants . Luc . Here ...
... Thou hast a servant nam'd 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 ! LUCILIUS comes forward from among the Attendants . Luc . Here ...
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William Shakespeare. Apem . Then thou liest : look in thy last work , where thou hast feign'd him a worthy fellow . Poet . That's not feign'd , -he is so . Apem . Yes , he is worthy of thee , and to pay thee for thy labour : he that ...
William Shakespeare. Apem . Then thou liest : look in thy last work , where thou hast feign'd him a worthy fellow . Poet . That's not feign'd , -he is so . Apem . Yes , he is worthy of thee , and to pay thee for thy labour : he that ...
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... Thou art a soldier , therefore seldom rich ; It comes in charity to thee : for all thy living Is ' mongst the dead ; and all the lands thou hast Lie in a pitch'd field . Alcib . Ay , defil'd land , my lord . 1 Lord . We are so ...
... Thou art a soldier , therefore seldom rich ; It comes in charity to thee : for all thy living Is ' mongst the dead ; and all the lands thou hast Lie in a pitch'd field . Alcib . Ay , defil'd land , my lord . 1 Lord . We are so ...
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... thy very bountiful good lord and master ? Flam . His health is well , sir . Lucul . I am right glad that his health is well , sir : and what hast thou there under thy cloak , pretty Flaminius ? Flam . Faith , nothing but an empty box ...
... thy very bountiful good lord and master ? Flam . His health is well , sir . Lucul . I am right glad that his health is well , sir : and what hast thou there under thy cloak , pretty Flaminius ? Flam . Faith , nothing but an empty box ...
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... thou Timandra ? Tim . Be a whore still ! they love thee not that use thee ; Give them diseases , leaving with thee ... hast conquer'd ! Alcib . Why me , Timon ? Tim . That , by killing of villains , Thou wast born to conquer my country ...
... thou Timandra ? Tim . Be a whore still ! they love thee not that use thee ; Give them diseases , leaving with thee ... hast conquer'd ! Alcib . Why me , Timon ? Tim . That , by killing of villains , Thou wast born to conquer my country ...
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Alcib Alcibiades Andronicus Apem Apemantus art thou Aufidius bear blood brother Brutus Cæs Cæsar Caius Casca Cassius Char Charmian Cleo Cleopatra Cloten Cominius Coriolanus CYMBELINE dead death dost doth emperor Enter Eros Exeunt Exit eyes farewell fear Flav fool fortune friends give gods Goths GUIDERIUS hand hath hear heart heaven honour Iach Imogen Julius Cæsar lady Lart Lavinia Lepidus look lord Lucius madam Marc Marcius Mark Antony master MENENIUS Mess ne'er never noble Octavia peace Pisanio Pompey Posthumus pr'ythee pray queen Re-enter revenge Roman Rome SCENE Senators Serv shalt soldier speak sweet sword Tamora tears tell thee There's thine thing thou art thou hast Timon Titinius Titus TITUS ANDRONICUS tongue tribunes unto villain Volscian What's word worthy
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Seite 204 - You say you are a better soldier: Let it appear so; make your vaunting true, And it shall please me well: for mine own part, I shall be glad to learn of noble men. Cas. You wrong me every way; you wrong me, Brutus; I said, an elder soldier, not a better: Did I say "better"?
Seite 245 - The barge she sat in, like a burnish'd throne, Burn'd on the water : the poop was beaten gold ; Purple the sails, and so perfumed that The winds were love-sick with them ; the oars were silver, Which to the tune of flutes kept stroke, and made The water which they beat to follow faster, As amorous of their strokes.
Seite 164 - Why, man, he doth bestride the narrow world Like a Colossus ; and we petty men Walk under his huge legs, and peep about To find ourselves dishonourable graves. Men at some time are masters of their fates : The fault, dear Brutus, is not in our stars, But in ourselves, that we are underlings. Brutus, and Caesar : what should be in that Caesar...
Seite 194 - Here comes his body, mourned by Mark Antony : who, though he had no hand in his death, shall receive the benefit of his dying, a place in the commonwealth; as which of you shall not ? With this I depart, — that, as I slew my best lover for the good of Rome, I have the same dagger for myself, when it shall please my country to need my death.
Seite 198 - Good friends, sweet friends, let me not stir you up To such a sudden flood of mutiny. They, that have done this deed, are honourable; What private griefs they have, alas, I know not, That made them do it; they are wise and honourable, And will, no doubt, with reasons answer you.
Seite 192 - Havoc,' and let slip the dogs of war ; That this foul deed shall smell above the earth With carrion men, groaning for burial.
Seite 196 - Caesar lov'd you. You are not wood, you are not stones, but men ; And, being men, hearing the will of Caesar, It will inflame you, it will make you mad : 'Tis 'good you know not that you are his heirs ; For if you should, O, what would come of it!
Seite 220 - Ant. This was the noblest Roman of them all : All the conspirators, save only he, Did that they did in envy of great Caesar ; He only, in a general honest thought, And common good to all, made one of them. His life was gentle ; and the elements So mixed in him that Nature might stand up. And say to all the world, ' This was a man !
Seite 204 - All this ? Ay, more. Fret till your proud heart break ; Go show your slaves how choleric you are, And make your bondmen tremble. Must I budge ? Must I observe you?
Seite 196 - tis his will. Let but the commons hear this testament,— Which, pardon me, I do not mean to read, — And they would go and kiss dead Caesar's wounds, And dip their napkins...