The Works of William Shakespeare, Том 6Chapman and Hall, 1866 |
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... Apem . Till I be gentle , stay thou for thy good morrow ; When 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 512 LACT I. TIMON ...
... Apem . Till I be gentle , stay thou for thy good morrow ; When 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 512 LACT I. TIMON ...
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William Shakespeare. Apem . Are they not Athenians ? Tim . Yes . Apem . Then I repent not . Jew . You know me , Apemantus ? Apem . Thou know'st I do ; I call'd thee by thy name . Tim . Thou art proud , Apemantus . Apem . Of nothing so ...
William Shakespeare. Apem . Are they not Athenians ? Tim . Yes . Apem . Then I repent not . Jew . You know me , Apemantus ? Apem . Thou know'st I do ; I call'd thee by thy name . Tim . Thou art proud , Apemantus . Apem . Of nothing so ...
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... Apem . E'en as Apemantus does now , -hate a lord with my heart . Tim . What , thyself ? Apem . Ay . Tim . Wherefore ? Apem . That I had no angry wit to be a lord . ( 14 ) —Art not thou a merchant ? Mer . Ay , Apemantus . Apem . Traffic ...
... Apem . E'en as Apemantus does now , -hate a lord with my heart . Tim . What , thyself ? Apem . Ay . Tim . Wherefore ? Apem . That I had no angry wit to be a lord . ( 14 ) —Art not thou a merchant ? Mer . Ay , Apemantus . Apem . Traffic ...
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... Apem . The more ( 17 ) accursed thou , that still omitt'st it . Sec . Lord . Thou art going to Lord Timon's feast ? Apem . Ay , to see meat fill knaves , and wine heat fools . Sec . Lord . Fare thee well , fare thee well . Apem . Thou ...
... Apem . The more ( 17 ) accursed thou , that still omitt'st it . Sec . Lord . Thou art going to Lord Timon's feast ? Apem . Ay , to see meat fill knaves , and wine heat fools . Sec . Lord . Fare thee well , fare thee well . Apem . Thou ...
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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'rt a churl ; you've 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'rt a churl ; you've got a ...
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