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... 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 . Apem . Then I repent not . Jew . You know me ...
... 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 . Apem . Then I repent not . Jew . You know me ...
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... thou apprehend'st it . Take it for thy labour . Tim . How dost thou like this jewel , Apemantus ? Apem . Not so well as plain - dealing , " which will not cost a man a doit . Tim . What dost thou think ' tis worth ? Apem . Not worth my ...
... thou apprehend'st it . Take it for thy labour . Tim . How dost thou like this jewel , Apemantus ? Apem . Not so well as plain - dealing , " which will not cost a man a doit . Tim . What dost thou think ' tis worth ? Apem . Not worth my ...
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... thou , 32 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 ...
... thou , 32 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 ...
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... thou hast Lie in a pitch'd field . Alcib . Ay , defil'd land , my lord . 1 Lord . We are so virtuously bound , - Tim ... thou wert not sullen , I would be good to thee . Apem . No , I'll nothing ; for , if I should be brib'd too , there ...
... thou hast Lie in a pitch'd field . Alcib . Ay , defil'd land , my lord . 1 Lord . We are so virtuously bound , - Tim ... thou wert not sullen , I would be good to thee . Apem . No , I'll nothing ; for , if I should be brib'd too , there ...
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... thou , Apemantus ? Apem . Would I had a rod in my mouth , that I might answer thee profitably . Page . Pr'ythee ... thou art hang'd . This is to lord Timon ; this to Alcibiades . Go : thou wast born a bastard , and thou'lt die a bawd ...
... thou , Apemantus ? Apem . Would I had a rod in my mouth , that I might answer thee profitably . Page . Pr'ythee ... thou art hang'd . This is to lord Timon ; this to Alcibiades . Go : thou wast born a bastard , and thou'lt die a bawd ...
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Сторінка 399 - Whilst bloody treason flourish'd over us. O, now you weep, and I perceive you feel The dint of pity; these are gracious drops. Kind souls, what! weep you when you but behold Our Caesar's vesture wounded ? Look you here, Here is himself, marr'd, as you see, with traitors.
Сторінка 397 - tis his will : Let but the commons hear this testament, (Which, pardon me, I do not mean to read) And they would go and kiss dead Caesar's wounds, And dip their napkins in his sacred blood ; Yea, beg a hair of him for memory, And, dying, mention it within their wills, Bequeathing it, as a rich legacy, Unto their issue.
Сторінка 391 - And Caesar's spirit ranging for revenge, With Ate by his side come hot from hell, Shall in these confines with a monarch's voice Cry ' Havoc,' and let slip the dogs of war ; That this foul deed shall smell above the earth With carrion men, groaning for burial.
Сторінка 396 - 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!
Сторінка 338 - 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 them, Brutus will start a spirit as soon as Caesar.
Сторінка 411 - By the gods, You shall digest the venom of your spleen, Though it do split you; for, from this day forth, I'll use you for my mirth, yea, for my laughter, When you are waspish.
Сторінка 488 - If it be you that stir these daughters' hearts Against their father, fool me not so much To bear it tamely ; touch me with noble anger ! O, let not women's weapons, water-drops, Stain my man's cheeks! — No, you unnatural hags, I will have such revenges on you both, That all the world shall — I will do such things, — What they are, yet I know not ; but they shall be The terrors of the earth. You think, I'll weep; No, I'll not weep: — I have full cause of weeping ; but this heart Shall break...
Сторінка 412 - I did send to you For certain sums of gold, which you denied me ; — For I can raise no money by vile means : By heaven, I had rather coin my heart, And drop my blood for drachmas, than to wring From the hard hands of peasants their vile trash By any indirection ; — I did send To you for gold to pay my legions, Which you denied me : was that done like Cassius ? Should I have answer...
Сторінка 420 - Why have my sisters husbands, if they say They love you all ? Haply, when I shall wed, That lord whose hand must take my plight shall carry Half my love with him, half my care and duty : Sure, I shall never marry like my sisters, To love my father all.
Сторінка 434 - This is the excellent foppery of the world, that, when we are sick in fortune, — often the surfeit of our own behaviour, — we make guilty of our disasters the sun, the moon, and the stars: as if we were villains by necessity; fools by heavenly compulsion; knaves, thieves, and treachers, by spherical predominance; drunkards, liars, and adulterers, by an enforced obedience of planetary influence; and all that we are evil in, by a divine thrusting on: an admirable evasion of whoremaster man, to...