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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... Poet , Painter , Jeweller , and Merchant . An old Athenian . A Page . A Fool . PHRYNIA , TIMANDRA , Mistresses to ALCIBIADES . Other Lords , Senators , Officers , Soldiers , Thieves , and Attendants . SCENE , Athens ; and the woods ...
... Poet , Painter , Jeweller , and Merchant . An old Athenian . A Page . A Fool . PHRYNIA , TIMANDRA , Mistresses to ALCIBIADES . Other Lords , Senators , Officers , Soldiers , Thieves , and Attendants . SCENE , Athens ; and the woods ...
Сторінка 101
... Poet , Painter , Jeweller , Merchant , and others , at several doors . Poet . Good day , sir . Pain . I am glad you are well . Poet . I have not seen you long ; How goes the world ? Pain . It wears , sir , as it grows . VOL . XVI . Poet ...
... Poet , Painter , Jeweller , Merchant , and others , at several doors . Poet . Good day , sir . Pain . I am glad you are well . Poet . I have not seen you long ; How goes the world ? Pain . It wears , sir , as it grows . VOL . XVI . Poet ...
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... Poet . Ay , that's well known : But what particular rarity ? what strange , Which manifold record not matches ? See , Magic of bounty ! all these spirits thy power Hath conjur'd to attend . I know the merchant . Pain . I know them both ...
... Poet . Ay , that's well known : But what particular rarity ? what strange , Which manifold record not matches ? See , Magic of bounty ! all these spirits thy power Hath conjur'd to attend . I know the merchant . Pain . I know them both ...
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... Poet . So ' tis : this comes off well and excellent . Pain . Indifferent . Poet . Admirable : How this grace Speaks his own standing ! what a mental power This eye shoots forth ! how big imagination Moves in this lip ! to the dumbness ...
... Poet . So ' tis : this comes off well and excellent . Pain . Indifferent . Poet . Admirable : How this grace Speaks his own standing ! what a mental power This eye shoots forth ! how big imagination Moves in this lip ! to the dumbness ...
Сторінка 104
... Poet . Sir , I have upon a high and pleasant hill Feign'd Fortune to be thron'd : The base o ' the mount Is rank'd with all deserts , all kind of natures , That labour on the bosom of this sphere To propagate their states : amongst them ...
... Poet . Sir , I have upon a high and pleasant hill Feign'd Fortune to be thron'd : The base o ' the mount Is rank'd with all deserts , all kind of natures , That labour on the bosom of this sphere To propagate their states : amongst them ...
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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.