The works of Shakespear, with a glossary, pr. from the Oxford ed. in quarto, 1744 [by Sir T.Hanmer]. |
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SERVILIUS , CAPHIS , VARRO , PHILOTAS , Titus , several Servants to Ufurers , Lucius , HORTENSIUS , ISTODORE , VENTIDIUS , one of Timon's falfe Friends , CUPID and Maskers . PHRYNIA , TIMANDRA , Mifresses to Alcibiades .
SERVILIUS , CAPHIS , VARRO , PHILOTAS , Titus , several Servants to Ufurers , Lucius , HORTENSIUS , ISTODORE , VENTIDIUS , one of Timon's falfe Friends , CUPID and Maskers . PHRYNIA , TIMANDRA , Mifresses to Alcibiades .
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... his creditors moft straight : Your honourable letter he desires To those have shut him up , which failing to him Periods his comfort . Tim . Noble Ventidius ! well I am not of that feather , to shake off My friend when he most ...
... his creditors moft straight : Your honourable letter he desires To those have shut him up , which failing to him Periods his comfort . Tim . Noble Ventidius ! well I am not of that feather , to shake off My friend when he most ...
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You had rather be at a breakfast of enemies , than a dinner of friends . Alc . So they were bleeding new , my Lord , there's no meat like ' em . I could with my friend at such a feast . Apem . Would all these flatterers were thine ...
You had rather be at a breakfast of enemies , than a dinner of friends . Alc . So they were bleeding new , my Lord , there's no meat like ' em . I could with my friend at such a feast . Apem . Would all these flatterers were thine ...
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And thus far I confirm you ; oh you Gods , ( think I , ) what need we have any friends , if we should never have need of ' em ? they would most resemble sweet instruments hung up in cases , that keep their sounds to themselves .
And thus far I confirm you ; oh you Gods , ( think I , ) what need we have any friends , if we should never have need of ' em ? they would most resemble sweet instruments hung up in cases , that keep their sounds to themselves .
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Who lives , that's not Depraved , or depraves ? who dies , that bears Not one spurn to their graves of their friends gift ? I lould fear , those chat dance before me now Would one day stamp upon me : ' T has been done ; Men shut their ...
Who lives , that's not Depraved , or depraves ? who dies , that bears Not one spurn to their graves of their friends gift ? I lould fear , those chat dance before me now Would one day stamp upon me : ' T has been done ; Men shut their ...
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The works of Shakespear, with a glossary, pr. from the Oxford ed. in quarto ... William Shakespeare Visos knygos peržiūra - 1747 |
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Æno againſt anſwer Antony Apem bear beſt better blood bring Brutus Cæfar Cæſ Cæſar Caffius cauſe Cleo Cleopatra comes common Coriolanus dead death doth enemy Enter Eros Exeunt Exit eyes face fall farewel fear fight firſt follow fool fortune friends give Gods gold gone hand hath hear heart himſelf hold honour houſe Italy keep Lady leave live look Lord Lucius lyes Madam Mark Martius maſter mean Meſ moſt mother muſt nature never night noble o'th once peace Pleb poor pray preſent Roman Rome ſay SCENE ſee ſelf Senators ſhall ſhe ſhould ſome ſpeak ſtand ſuch ſword tell thee there's theſe thine thing thoſe thou thou art thought Timon true uſe voices whoſe worthy
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178 psl. - We both have fed as well, and we can both Endure the winter's cold as well as he...
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