The works of Shakespear, with a glossary, pr. from the Oxford ed. in quarto, 1744 [by Sir T.Hanmer]. |
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... thine ears , like tapfters , that bid welcome To knaves , and all approachers : ' Tis moft juft That thou turn rascal : hadst thou wealth again , Rafcals fhould hav't . Do not affume my likeness : Tim , Were I like thee , I'd throw away ...
... thine ears , like tapfters , that bid welcome To knaves , and all approachers : ' Tis moft juft That thou turn rascal : hadst thou wealth again , Rafcals fhould hav't . Do not affume my likeness : Tim , Were I like thee , I'd throw away ...
53 psl.
... fhall mend my own , by th ' lack of thine . Tim . ' Tis not well mended fo , it is but botcht ; If not , I would it were . Apem , What wouldst thou , & c . for the contrary . * What things in the world TIMON of Athens : 53.
... fhall mend my own , by th ' lack of thine . Tim . ' Tis not well mended fo , it is but botcht ; If not , I would it were . Apem , What wouldst thou , & c . for the contrary . * What things in the world TIMON of Athens : 53.
54 psl.
... thine own felf the conqueft of thy fury . + Wert thou a bear , thou wouldst be kill'd by the horfe ; wert thou a horse , thou wouldst be feized by the leopard ; wert thou a leopard , thou wert german to the lion , and the fpots of thy ...
... thine own felf the conqueft of thy fury . + Wert thou a bear , thou wouldst be kill'd by the horfe ; wert thou a horse , thou wouldst be feized by the leopard ; wert thou a leopard , thou wert german to the lion , and the fpots of thy ...
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... thine epitaph , That death in me at others lives may laugh . O thou sweet King - killer , and dear divorce A P Looking on the gold . ' Twixt natural fon and fire ! thou bright defiler Of Hymen's pureft bed ! thou valiant Mars , Thou ...
... thine epitaph , That death in me at others lives may laugh . O thou sweet King - killer , and dear divorce A P Looking on the gold . ' Twixt natural fon and fire ! thou bright defiler Of Hymen's pureft bed ! thou valiant Mars , Thou ...
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... thine own work ? wilt thou whip thine own faults in other men ? do fo , I have gold for thee . Pain . Nay , let's feek him . Then do we fin against our own estate , When we may profit meet , and come too late . Poet . True : While the ...
... thine own work ? wilt thou whip thine own faults in other men ? do fo , I have gold for thee . Pain . Nay , let's feek him . Then do we fin against our own estate , When we may profit meet , and come too late . Poet . True : While the ...
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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.