Timon of Athens. Coriolanus. Julius Ceasar. Antony and CleopatraJ. Nichols, 1811 |
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... thou art Timon's dog , ' and these knaves honest . Tim . Why dost thou call them knaves ? thou know'st them not . Apem . Are they not Athenians ? Tim . Yes . Apem . Then I repent not . Jew . You know me , Apemantus . Apem . Thou knowest ...
... thou art Timon's dog , ' and these knaves honest . Tim . Why dost thou call them knaves ? thou know'st them not . Apem . Are they not Athenians ? Tim . Yes . Apem . Then I repent not . Jew . You know me , Apemantus . Apem . Thou knowest ...
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... thou this picture , Apemantus ? Apem . The best , for the innocence . Tim . Wrought he not well , that painted it ... thou should'st , thou'dst anger ladies . Apem . O , they eat lords ; so they come by great bellies . Tim . That's a ...
... thou this picture , Apemantus ? Apem . The best , for the innocence . Tim . Wrought he not well , that painted it ... thou should'st , thou'dst anger ladies . Apem . O , they eat lords ; so they come by great bellies . Tim . That's a ...
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... thou , that still omit'st it . 2 Lord . 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 ...
... thou , that still omit'st it . 2 Lord . 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 ...
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... thou wert not sullen , I'd be good to thee . Apem . No , I'll nothing : for , If I should be brib'd too , there would be none left To rail upon thee ; and then thou would'st sin the faster . Thou giv'st so long , Timon , I fear me , thou ...
... thou wert not sullen , I'd be good to thee . Apem . No , I'll nothing : for , If I should be brib'd too , there would be none left To rail upon thee ; and then thou would'st sin the faster . Thou giv'st so long , Timon , I fear me , thou ...
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... thou art hanged . This is to lord Timon ; this to Alcibiades . Go ; thou wast born a bastard , and thou'lt die a bawd . Page . Thou wast whelped a dog ; and thou shalt famish , a dog's death . Answer not , I am gone . [ Exit Page . Apem ...
... thou art hanged . This is to lord Timon ; this to Alcibiades . Go ; thou wast born a bastard , and thou'lt die a bawd . Page . Thou wast whelped a dog ; and thou shalt famish , a dog's death . Answer not , I am gone . [ Exit Page . Apem ...
Häufige Begriffe und Wortgruppen
Agrippa Alcib Alcibiades Apem Apemantus Athens Aufidius bear blood Brutus Cæs Caius Capitol Casca Cassius Char Charmian Cleo Cleopatra Cominius Coriolanus Corioli death do't dost doth Egypt enemy ENOBARBUS Enter ANTONY Eros Exeunt Exit eyes Farewell fear Flav follow fool fortune friends Fulvia give gods gold hand hath hear heart honour Iras JOHNSON Julius Cæsar knave lady Lart LARTIUS Lepidus look lord Lucilius Lucius madam Marcius Mark Antony master means Menenius Mess Messala Messenger ne'er never noble o'the Octavia peace Poet Pompey pr'ythee pray queen Re-enter Roman Rome SCENE senators Serv Servant Shakspeare Sold soldier speak spirit stand STEEVENS sword tell thee There's thine thing thou art thou hast Timon TIMON OF ATHENS Titinius tribunes unto Volces Volscian VOLUMNIA What's word worthy
Beliebte Passagen
Seite 255 - 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 Caesar.
Seite 304 - Which all the while ran blood, great Caesar fell. O, what a fall was there, my countrymen! Then I, and you, and all of us fell down, Whilst bloody treason flourish'd over us. O, now you weep ; and, I perceive, you feel The dint of pity : these are gracious drops.
Seite 300 - Friends, Romans, countrymen, lend me your ears ; I come to bury Caesar, not to praise him. The evil that men do, lives after them ; The good is oft interred with their bones ; So let it be with Caesar.
Seite 257 - So soon as that spare Cassius. He reads much; He is a great observer, and he looks Quite through the deeds of men; he loves no plays, As thou dost, Antony; he hears no music; Seldom he smiles, and smiles in such a sort As if he mock'd himself, and scorn'd his spirit That could be mov'd to smile at any thing. Such men as he be never at heart's ease Whiles they behold a greater than themselves, And therefore are they very dangerous.
Seite 337 - 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 mix'd in him, that Nature might stand up, And say to all the world,
Seite 476 - To excuse their after wrath: husband, I come: Now to that name my courage prove my title! I am fire, and air; my other elements I give to baser life.
Seite 378 - Never ; he will not : Age cannot wither her, nor custom stale Her infinite variety. Other women cloy The appetites they feed ; but she makes hungry, Where most she satisfies : for vilest things Become themselves in her ; that the holy priests Bless her when she is riggish.
Seite 304 - 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. I come not, friends, to steal away your hearts : 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...
Seite 300 - 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.
Seite 452 - Eros ! — I come, my queen : — Eros ! — Stay for me ; Where souls do couch on flowers, we'll hand in hand, And with our sprightly port make the ghosts gaze : Dido and her ^Eneas shall want troops, And all the haunt be ours.