The Plays of William Shakspeare, Band 6F. C. and J. Rivington, 1823 |
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... , gentle Apemantus ! ( 1 ) Pictures have no hypocrisy ; they are what they profess to be . ( 2 ) To unclew a man , is to draw out the whole mass of his fortunes . Apem . Till I be gentle , stay for thy Scene 1 . 227 TIMON OF ATHENS .
... , gentle Apemantus ! ( 1 ) Pictures have no hypocrisy ; they are what they profess to be . ( 2 ) To unclew a man , is to draw out the whole mass of his fortunes . Apem . Till I be gentle , stay for thy Scene 1 . 227 TIMON OF ATHENS .
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... Apem . Are they not Athenians ? Tim . Yes . Apem . Then I repent not . Jew . You know me , Apemantus . Apem . Thou knowest , I do ; I call'd thee by thy name . Tim . Thou are proud , Apemantus . Apem . Of nothing so much , as that I am ...
... Apem . Are they not Athenians ? Tim . Yes . Apem . Then I repent not . Jew . You know me , Apemantus . Apem . Thou knowest , I do ; I call'd thee by thy name . Tim . Thou are proud , Apemantus . Apem . Of nothing so much , as that I am ...
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... Apem . 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 ...
... Apem . 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 ...
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... Apem . Aches contract and starve your supple joints ! - That there should be small love ' mongst these sweet knaves ... Apem . Time to be honest . 1 Lord . That time serves still . Apem . The more accursed thou , that still omit'st it ...
... Apem . Aches contract and starve your supple joints ! - That there should be small love ' mongst these sweet knaves ... Apem . Time to be honest . 1 Lord . That time serves still . Apem . The more accursed thou , that still omit'st it ...
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... Apem . Ho , ho , confess'd it ? hang'd it , have you not ? Tim . O , Apemantus ! —you are welcome . Apem . You shall not make me welcome : I come to have thee thrust me out of doors . No , Tim . Fie , thou art a churl ; you have got a ...
... Apem . Ho , ho , confess'd it ? hang'd it , have you not ? Tim . O , Apemantus ! —you are welcome . Apem . You shall not make me welcome : I come to have thee thrust me out of doors . No , Tim . Fie , thou art a churl ; you have got a ...
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Achilles Agam Agamemnon Ajax Alcib Alcibiades Antenor Antium Apem Apemantus Athens Aufidius bear beseech blood Calchas cardinal Cham Cominius Coriolanus Cres Cressid Crom Diomed dost doth duke Enter Exeunt Exit eyes fair Farewell fear fellow Flav fool fortune friends Gent give gods grace Grecian Greeks hate hath hear heart heaven Hect Hector Helen honour i'the Kath king king's lady Lart look Lord Chamberlain lord Timon madam Marcius Menelaus Menenius ne'er Nestor never noble o'the Pandarus Patr Patroclus peace Pr'ythee pray Priam prince queen Re-enter Rome SCENE Senators Serv Servant Sir Thomas Lovell soul speak stand Suff sweet sword tell thank thee Ther there's Thersites thine thing thou art thou hast to't tongue Troilus Trojan Troy true trumpet truth Ulyss voices Volces Volscian What's words worthy
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Seite 73 - Like little wanton boys that swim on bladders, This many summers in a sea of glory; But far beyond my depth : my high-blown pride At length broke under me ; and now has left me, Weary, and old with service, to the mercy Of a rude stream, that must for ever hide me. Vain pomp, and glory of this world, I hate yej I feel my heart new open'd : O, how wretched Is that poor man, that hangs on princes
Seite 75 - Love thyself last; cherish those hearts that hate thee; Corruption wins not more than honesty. Still in thy right hand carry gentle peace , To silence envious tongues. Be just, and fear not: Let all the ends thou aim'st at be thy country's, Thy God's, and truth's: then if thou fall'st, 0 Cromwell, Thou fall'st a blessed martyr!
Seite 105 - In her days every man shall eat in safety Under his own vine what he plants, and sing The merry songs of peace to all his neighbours.
Seite 75 - Let's dry our eyes: and thus far hear me, Cromwell; And, when I am forgotten, as I shall be, And sleep in dull cold marble, where no mention Of me more must be heard of, say, I taught thee; Say, Wolsey, that once trod the ways of glory, And sounded all the depths and shoals of honour, Found thee a way, out of his wreck, to rise in; A sure and safe one, though thy master miss'd it.
Seite 68 - The letter, as I live, with all the business I writ to his holiness. Nay then, farewell ! I have touch'd the highest point of all my greatness ; And, from that full meridian of my glory, I haste now to my setting : I shall fall Like a bright exhalation in the evening, And no man see me more.
Seite 128 - Amidst the other ; whose med'cinable eye Corrects the ill aspects of planets evil, And posts, like the commandment of a king, Sans check, to good and bad : but when the planets In evil mixture to disorder wander...
Seite 75 - Cromwell, I did not think to shed a tear In all my miseries ; but thou hast forc'd me, Out of thy honest truth, to play the woman. Let's dry our eyes : and thus far hear me, Cromwell ; And — when I am forgotten, as I shall be, And sleep in dull cold marble, where no mention Of me more must be heard of — say, I taught thee, Say, Wolsey — that once trod the ways of glory, And sounded all the depths and shoals of...
Seite 76 - tis the king's: my robe, And my integrity to heaven, is all I dare now call mine own. O Cromwell, Cromwell, Had I but serv'd my God with half the zeal I serv'd my king, he would not in mine age Have left me naked to mine enemies.
Seite 72 - Farewell, a long farewell, to all my greatness ! This is the state of man ; to-day he puts forth The tender leaves of hope, to-morrow blossoms, And bears his blushing honours thick upon him : The third day comes a frost, a killing frost ; And,— when he thinks, good easy man, full surely His greatness is a ripening, — nips his root, And then he falls, as I do.
Seite 171 - That slightly shakes his parting guest by the hand ; And with his arms outstretch'd, as he would fly, Grasps-in the comer : Welcome ever smiles, And farewell goes out sighing. O, let not virtue seek Remuneration for the thing it was; For beauty, wit, High birth, vigour of bone, desert in service, Love, friendship, charity, are subjects all To envious and calumniating time. One touch of nature makes the whole world kin, — That all, with one consent, praise new-born gawds, Though they are made and...