The Plays of Shakspeare: Printed from the Text of Samuel Johnson, George Steevens, and Isaac Reed, Том 11Longman, Hurst, Rees, and Orme, 1807 |
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... Bawd , and BOULT . Pand . Boult . Boult . Sir . Pand . Search the market narrowly ; Mitylene is full of gallants . We lost too much money this mart , by be- ing too wenchless . Bawd . We were never so much out of creatures . We have but ...
... Bawd , and BOULT . Pand . Boult . Boult . Sir . Pand . Search the market narrowly ; Mitylene is full of gallants . We lost too much money this mart , by be- ing too wenchless . Bawd . We were never so much out of creatures . We have but ...
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... Bawd . Why , to give over , I pray you ? is it a shame to get when we are old ? Pand . O , our credit comes not in like the commodi- ty ; nor the commodity wages not with the danger ; therefore , if in our youths we could pick up some ...
... Bawd . Why , to give over , I pray you ? is it a shame to get when we are old ? Pand . O , our credit comes not in like the commodi- ty ; nor the commodity wages not with the danger ; therefore , if in our youths we could pick up some ...
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... Bawd . Why lament you , pretty one ? Mar. That I am pretty . Bawd . Come , the gods have done their part in you . Mar. I accuse them not . Bawd . You are lit into my hands , where you are like to live . Mar. The more my fault , To ...
... Bawd . Why lament you , pretty one ? Mar. That I am pretty . Bawd . Come , the gods have done their part in you . Mar. I accuse them not . Bawd . You are lit into my hands , where you are like to live . Mar. The more my fault , To ...
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... Bawd . If it please the gods to defend you by men , then men must comfort you , men must feed you , men must stir you up . - Boult's returned . Enter BOULT . Now , sir , hast thou cried her through the market ? Boult . I have cried her ...
... Bawd . If it please the gods to defend you by men , then men must comfort you , men must feed you , men must stir you up . - Boult's returned . Enter BOULT . Now , sir , hast thou cried her through the market ? Boult . I have cried her ...
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... Bawd . Who should deny it ? Come , young one , I like the manner of your garments well . Boult . Ay , by my faith , they shall not be changed yet . tom . Bawd . Boult , spend thou that in the town : report what a sojourner we have ; you ...
... Bawd . Who should deny it ? Come , young one , I like the manner of your garments well . Boult . Ay , by my faith , they shall not be changed yet . tom . Bawd . Boult , spend thou that in the town : report what a sojourner we have ; you ...
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Alcib Alcibiades Antiochus Antium Apem Apemantus Athens Aufidius Bawd bear beseech blood Boult Caius Marcius Caph CLEON Cominius consul CORIOLANUS Corioli daughter Dionyza do't dost doth ears enemy Enter Exeunt Exit eyes fear Fish Flav fool fortune friends Gent give gods gold hate hath hear heart heaven Helicanus honest honour i'the king knight lady Lart look lord Timon lordship Lucullus Lychorida LYSIMACHUS Marina master MENENIUS Mitylene mother ne'er never noble o'the Pain patricians peace Pentapolis Pericles PHRYNIA Poet pr'ythee pray prince prince of Tyre Re-enter Roman Rome SCENE III.-The Senators Serv Servant SICINIUS Simonides speak sword tell Thai Thaisa thank Tharsus thee there's thine thing thou art thou hast thyself TITUS LARTIUS tongue tribunes Tyre unto VIRGILIA voices Volces VOLUMNIA What's worthy would'st
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Сторінка 159 - Gold ? yellow, glittering, precious gold ? No, gods, I am no idle votarist. Roots, you clear heavens ! Thus much of this will make black white, foul fair, Wrong right, base noble, old young, coward valiant.
Сторінка 295 - I loved the maid I married ; never man Sigh'd truer breath ; but that I see thee here, Thou noble thing ! more dances my rapt heart Than when I first my wedded mistress saw Bestride my threshold.
Сторінка 322 - You have won a happy victory to Rome : But, for your son, — believe it, O, believe it, Most dangerously you have with him prevail'd, If not most mortal to him.
Сторінка 317 - What is that curt'sy worth, or those doves' eyes, Which can make gods forsworn? — I melt, and am not Of stronger earth than others. — My mother bows ; As if Olympus to a molehill should In supplication nod; and my young boy Hath an aspect of intercession, which Great nature cries, Deny not.