The works of Shakespear, with a glossary, pr. from the Oxford ed. in quarto, 1744 [by Sir T.Hanmer]. |
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... words . Yet you do well To fhew Lord Timon , that men's eyes have feen The foot above the head . SCENE II . Trumpets found . Enter Timon addreffing bimself cour- teously to every Suitor . Tim . Imprifon'd is he , fay you ? [ To a ...
... words . Yet you do well To fhew Lord Timon , that men's eyes have feen The foot above the head . SCENE II . Trumpets found . Enter Timon addreffing bimself cour- teously to every Suitor . Tim . Imprifon'd is he , fay you ? [ To a ...
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... word to fay to you : look , my Lord , I must entreat you , honour me fo much As to advance this jewel , accept , and wear it , Kind Lord ! Luc . 1 am fo far already in your gifts - All . So are we all . [ Exe . Lucius and Lucullus ...
... word to fay to you : look , my Lord , I must entreat you , honour me fo much As to advance this jewel , accept , and wear it , Kind Lord ! Luc . 1 am fo far already in your gifts - All . So are we all . [ Exe . Lucius and Lucullus ...
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... words the other day of a bay courfer I rode on . ' Tis yours , because you lik'd it . -2 Lord . Oh , I beseech you , pardon me , my Lord , in that ? Tim . You may take my word , my Lord : I know not man can juftly praise , but what he ...
... words the other day of a bay courfer I rode on . ' Tis yours , because you lik'd it . -2 Lord . Oh , I beseech you , pardon me , my Lord , in that ? Tim . You may take my word , my Lord : I know not man can juftly praise , but what he ...
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... words , But find fupply immediate . Get you gone . Put on a moft importunate afpect , A vifage of demand : for I do fear , When every feather flicks in his own wing , Lord Timon will be left a naked gull , Who flashes now a Phonix- Cap ...
... words , But find fupply immediate . Get you gone . Put on a moft importunate afpect , A vifage of demand : for I do fear , When every feather flicks in his own wing , Lord Timon will be left a naked gull , Who flashes now a Phonix- Cap ...
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... words to him ? Ser . Yes , Sir , I fhall . [ Exit Servilius . Luc . I'll look you out as good a turn , Servilius . True , as you faid , Timon is fhrunk indeed , And he that's once deny'd will hardly fpeed . 1 Stran . Do you obferve this ...
... words to him ? Ser . Yes , Sir , I fhall . [ Exit Servilius . Luc . I'll look you out as good a turn , Servilius . True , as you faid , Timon is fhrunk indeed , And he that's once deny'd will hardly fpeed . 1 Stran . Do you obferve this ...
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217 psl. - 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, nor words, nor worth, Action, nor utterance, nor the power of speech, To stir men's blood: I only speak right on...
179 psl. - 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.
213 psl. - 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? — O judgment, thou art fled to brutish beasts, And men have lost their reason ! — Bear with me ; My heart is in the coffin there with Caesar, And I must pause till it come back to me.
198 psl. - Cowards die many times before their deaths ; The valiant never taste of death but once. Of all the wonders that I yet have heard, It seems to me most strange that men should fear; Seeing that death, a necessary end, Will come when it will come.
241 psl. - 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, 'This was a man!
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211 psl. - Had you rather Caesar were living and die all slaves, than that Caesar were dead, to live all free men? As Caesar loved me, I weep for him; as he was fortunate, I rejoice at it; as he was valiant, I honour him : but, as he was ambitious, I slew him. There is tears for his love; joy for his fortune; honour for his valour; and death for his ambition.
178 psl. - We both have fed as well, and we can both Endure the winter's cold as well as he...
328 psl. - My desolation does begin to make A better life : Tis paltry to be Caesar; Not being fortune, he's but fortune's knave, A minister of her will ; And it is great To do that thing that ends all other deeds ; Which shackles accidents, and bolts up change; Which sleeps, and never palates more the dung, The beggar's nurse and Caesar's.