Works, Containing His Plays and Poems: To which is Added a Glossary, Том 5G.G. & J. Robinson, R. Faulder, B. & J. White, J. Edwards, T. Payne, Jun. J. Walker, & J. Anderson, 1797 |
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... worthy lord ! JEW . Nay , that's most fix'd . MER . A moft incomparable man ; breath'd , as it were , To an untirable and continuate goodness : He paffes . JEW . I have a jewel here . MER . O , pray , let's fee't : For the lord Timon ...
... worthy lord ! JEW . Nay , that's most fix'd . MER . A moft incomparable man ; breath'd , as it were , To an untirable and continuate goodness : He paffes . JEW . I have a jewel here . MER . O , pray , let's fee't : For the lord Timon ...
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... worthy fellow . POET . That's not feign'd , he is fo . APEM . Yes , he is worthy of thee , and to pay thee for thy labour : He , that loves to be flatter'd , is worthy o'the flatterer . Heavens , that I were a lord ! TIM . What would'ft ...
... worthy fellow . POET . That's not feign'd , he is fo . APEM . Yes , he is worthy of thee , and to pay thee for thy labour : He , that loves to be flatter'd , is worthy o'the flatterer . Heavens , that I were a lord ! TIM . What would'ft ...
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... worthy Timon ; —and to all That of his bounties tafte ! The five beft fenfes Acknowledge thee their patron ; and come freely To gratulate thy plenteous bofom : The ear , Taste , touch , smell , all pleas'd from thy table rife ; They ...
... worthy Timon ; —and to all That of his bounties tafte ! The five beft fenfes Acknowledge thee their patron ; and come freely To gratulate thy plenteous bofom : The ear , Taste , touch , smell , all pleas'd from thy table rife ; They ...
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... worthy , royal Timon ? Ah ! when the means are gone , that buy this praise , The breath is gone whereof this praise is made : Feaft - won , faft - loft ; one cloud of winter showers , These flies are couch'd . TIM . Come , fermon me no ...
... worthy , royal Timon ? Ah ! when the means are gone , that buy this praise , The breath is gone whereof this praise is made : Feaft - won , faft - loft ; one cloud of winter showers , These flies are couch'd . TIM . Come , fermon me no ...
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... worthy my spleen and fury , That I may strike at Athens . I'll cheer up My discontented troops , and lay for hearts . ' Tis honour , with most lands to be at odds ; Soldiers fhould brook as little wrongs , as gods . [ Exit . SCENE VI ...
... worthy my spleen and fury , That I may strike at Athens . I'll cheer up My discontented troops , and lay for hearts . ' Tis honour , with most lands to be at odds ; Soldiers fhould brook as little wrongs , as gods . [ Exit . SCENE VI ...
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Сторінка 264 - 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; I tell you that which you yourselves do know; Show you sweet Caesar's wounds, poor poor dumb mouths, And bid them speak for me: but were I Brutus, And Brutus Antony, there were an Antony Would ruffle up your spirits and put a tongue In every wound of Caesar that should move The stones of Rome to rise and mutiny.
Сторінка 260 - Here, under leave of Brutus and the rest For Brutus is an honourable man; So are they all, all honourable men Come I to speak in Caesar's funeral. He was my friend, faithful and just to me; But Brutus says he was ambitious, And Brutus is an honourable man.
Сторінка 264 - And will, no doubt, with reasons answer you. 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.
Сторінка 326 - ... steers ; the silken tackle Swell with the touches of those flower-soft hands, That yarely frame the office. From the barge A strange invisible perfume hits the sense Of the adjacent wharfs. The city cast Her people out upon her, and Antony, Enthron'd i...
Сторінка 297 - NAY, but this dotage of our general's O'erflows the measure : those his goodly eyes, That o'er the files and musters of the war Have glow'd like plated Mars, now bend, now turn, The office and devotion of their view Upon a tawny front...
Сторінка 217 - I did hear him groan ; Ay, and that tongue of his that bade the Romans Mark him and write his speeches in their books, Alas ! it cried 'Give me some drink, Titinius,
Сторінка 217 - Dar'st thou, Cassius, now Leap in with me into this angry flood, And swim to yonder point ? ' Upon the word, Accoutred as I was, I plunged in And bade him follow : so indeed he did. The torrent...
Сторінка 264 - 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.
Сторінка 260 - Friends, Romans, countrymen, lend me your ears; I come to bury Caesar, not to praise him. The evil, that men do, lives after them ; The good is oft interred with their bones ; So let it be with Caesar.
Сторінка 294 - This was the noblest Roman of them all: All the conspirators save only he Did that they did in envy of great Caesar; 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!