The dramatic works of William Shakspeare, with notes original and selected by S.W. Singer, and a life of the poet by C. Symmons, Частина 23,Том 8 |
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... thy name . Tim . Thou art proud , Apemantus . Apem . Of nothing so much , as that I am not like Timon . Tim . Whither art going ? Apem . To knock out an honest Athenian's brains . Tim . That's a deed thou'lt die for . Apem . Right , if ...
... thy name . Tim . Thou art proud , Apemantus . Apem . Of nothing so much , as that I am not like Timon . Tim . Whither art going ? Apem . To knock out an honest Athenian's brains . Tim . That's a deed thou'lt die for . Apem . Right , if ...
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... Art not one ? Apem . Yes . Poet . Then I lie not . Apem . Art not a poet ? Poet . Yes . Apem . Then thou liest : look in thy last work , where thou hast feign'd him a worthy fellow . Poet . That's not feign'd , he is so . Apem . Yes ...
... Art not one ? Apem . Yes . Poet . Then I lie not . Apem . Art not a poet ? Poet . Yes . Apem . Then thou liest : look in thy last work , where thou hast feign'd him a worthy fellow . Poet . That's not feign'd , he is so . Apem . Yes ...
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... 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 . 2 Lord . Why , Apemantus ? Apem . Shouldst ...
... 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 . 2 Lord . Why , Apemantus ? Apem . Shouldst ...
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... thou art a churl : you have got a humour there Does not become a man , ' tis much to blame : — They say , my lords , ira furor brevis est , But yond ' man's ever angry 3 . Go , let him have a table by himself ; For he does neither ...
... thou art a churl : you have got a humour there Does not become a man , ' tis much to blame : — They say , my lords , ira furor brevis est , But yond ' man's ever angry 3 . Go , let him have a table by himself ; For he does neither ...
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William Shakespeare Samuel Weller Singer. Tim . I take no heed of thee ; thou art an Athe- nian ; therefore welcome : I myself would have no power : pr'ythee , let my meat make thee silent5 . Apem . I scorn thy meat ; ' twould choke me ...
William Shakespeare Samuel Weller Singer. Tim . I take no heed of thee ; thou art an Athe- nian ; therefore welcome : I myself would have no power : pr'ythee , let my meat make thee silent5 . Apem . I scorn thy meat ; ' twould choke me ...
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Alcib Alcibiades Antium Antony and Cleopatra Apem Apemantus Athens Aufidius bear blood Brutus Cæs Caius Casca Cassius Char Charmian Cleo Cleopatra Cominius Coriolanus death Decius dost doth enemy ENOBARBUS Enter Eros Exeunt Exit eyes fear Flav follow fool fortune friends give gods gold hand hath hear heart honour i'the Iras Julius Cæsar King Henry lady Lart Lepidus look lord LUCILIUS Lucius madam Malone Marcius Mark Antony means Menenius Mess ne'er never noble o'the Octavia old copy reads Othello passage peace Plutarch poet Pompey pr'ythee pray queen Re-enter Roman Rome SCENE senators Serv Servant Shakspeare Shakspeare's soldier speak Steevens sword tell thee There's thine thing thou art thou hast Timon Titinius Troilus and Cressida unto VIII Volces VOLUMNIA word worthy
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