The Dramatic Works of William Shakespeare: Timon of Athens. Coriolanus. Julius Cæsar. Antony and CleopatraC. Whittingham, 1826 |
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William Shakespeare. Apem . Till I be gentle , stay thou for thy good morrow ; When thou art Timon's dog , and these knaves honest 36 . Tim . Why dost thou call them knaves ? thou know'st them not . Apem . Are they not Athenians ? Tim ...
William Shakespeare. Apem . Till I be gentle , stay thou for thy good morrow ; When thou art Timon's dog , and these knaves honest 36 . Tim . Why dost thou call them knaves ? thou know'st them not . Apem . Are they not Athenians ? Tim ...
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... Thou liest . Poet . Art not one ? Apem . Yes . Poet . Then I lie not . Apem . Art not a poet ? Poet . Yes . 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 ...
... Thou liest . Poet . Art not one ? Apem . Yes . Poet . Then I lie not . Apem . Art not a poet ? Poet . Yes . 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 ...
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... Thou art going to Lord Timon's feast . Apem . Ay ; to see meat fill knaves , and wine heat fools . 2 Lord . Fare thee well , fare thee well . Apem . Thou art a fool , to bid me farewell twice . 2 Lord . Why , Apemantus ? Apem . Shouldst ...
... Thou art going to Lord Timon's feast . Apem . Ay ; to see meat fill knaves , and wine heat fools . 2 Lord . Fare thee well , fare thee well . Apem . Thou art a fool , to bid me farewell twice . 2 Lord . Why , Apemantus ? Apem . Shouldst ...
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... thou art a churl : you have got a humour there Does not become a man , ' tis much to blame : — They say , my lords , ira furor brevis est , But yond ' man's ever angry 3 . Go , let him have a table by himself ; For he does neither ...
... thou art a churl : you have got a humour there Does not become a man , ' tis much to blame : — They say , my lords , ira furor brevis est , But yond ' man's ever angry 3 . Go , let him have a table by himself ; For he does neither ...
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William Shakespeare. Tim . I take no heed of thee ; thou art an Athe- nian ; therefore welcome : I myself would have no power : pr'ythee , let my meat make thee silent5 . Apem . I scorn thy meat ; ' twould choke me , for I should Ne'er ...
William Shakespeare. Tim . I take no heed of thee ; thou art an Athe- nian ; therefore welcome : I myself would have no power : pr'ythee , let my meat make thee silent5 . Apem . I scorn thy meat ; ' twould choke me , for I should Ne'er ...
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Alcib Alcibiades Antium Antony and Cleopatra Apem Apemantus Athens Aufidius bear blood Brutus Cæs Caius Casca Cassius Char Charmian Cleo Cleopatra Cominius Coriolanus death Decius dost doth enemy ENOBARBUS Enter Eros Exeunt Exit eyes Farewell fear Flav follow fool fortune friends give gods gold hand hath hear heart honour i'the Iras Julius Cæsar King Henry lady Lart Lepidus look lord LUCILIUS Lucius madam Malone Marcius Mark Antony means Menenius Mess ne'er never noble o'the Octavia old copy reads Othello passage peace Plutarch poet Pompey pr'ythee pray queen Re-enter Roman Rome SCENE senators Serv Servant Shakspeare Shakspeare's soldier speak Steevens sword tell thee There's thine thing thou art thou hast Timon Titinius Troilus and Cressida unto VIII Volces VOLUMNIA word worthy
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Página 341 - I am no orator, as Brutus is ; But, as you know me all, a plain blunt man, That love my friend ; and that they know full well That gave me public leave to speak of him : For I have neither wit...
Página 282 - Why should that name be sounded more than yours ? Write them together, yours is as fair a name ; Sound them, it doth become the mouth as well ; Weigh them, it is as heavy ; conjure with 'em, ' Brutus ' will start a spirit as soon as
Página 339 - 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!
Página 517 - His legs bestrid the ocean: his rear'd arm Crested the world: his voice was propertied As all the tuned spheres, and that to friends; But when he meant to quail and shake the orb, He was as rattling thunder.
Página 281 - I, as ^Eneas, our great ancestor, Did, from the flames of Troy, upon his shoulder, The old Anchises bear, so, from the waves of Tiber, Did I the tired Caesar : and this man Is now become a god ; and Cassius is A wretched creature, and must bend his body. If Caesar carelessly but nod on him. He had a fever when he was in Spain, And, when the fit was on him, I did mark How he did shake...
Página 350 - Julius bleed for justice' sake ? What villain touch'd his body, that did stab, And not for justice ? What, shall one of us, That struck the foremost man of all this world But for supporting robbers, shall we now Contaminate our fingers with base bribes, And sell the mighty space of our large...
Página 417 - 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.
Página 337 - Yet Brutus says, he was ambitious ; And Brutus is an honourable man. You all did see that on the Lupercal I thrice presented him a kingly crown, Which he did thrice refuse. Was this ambition? Yet Brutus says, he was ambitious ; And, sure, he is an honourable man. I speak not to disprove what Brutus spoke, But here I am to speak what I do know. You all did love him once, not without cause ; What cause withholds you then to mourn for him...
Página 338 - 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 in his sacred blood ; Yea, beg a hair of him for memory, And, dying, mention it within their wills, Bequeathing it, as a rich legacy, Unto their issue.
Página 352 - There is no terror, Cassius, in your threats, For I am arm'd so strong in honesty, That they pass by me as the idle wind, Which I respect not. I did send to you For certain sums of gold, which you denied me ; For I can raise no money by vile means : By heaven, I had rather coin my heart, And drop my blood for drachmas, than to wring From the hard hands of peasants their vile trash, By any indirection.