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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... hate the prince of Tyre , and thou must kill him ; It fits thee not to ask the reason why , Because we bid it . Say , is it done ? Thal . My lord , " Tis done . Ant . Enough ; Enter a Messenger . Lest your breath cool yourself , telling ...
... hate the prince of Tyre , and thou must kill him ; It fits thee not to ask the reason why , Because we bid it . Say , is it done ? Thal . My lord , " Tis done . Ant . Enough ; Enter a Messenger . Lest your breath cool yourself , telling ...
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... hates honour , hates the gods above . Marsh . Sir , yond's your place . Per . Some other is more fit . 1 Knight . Contend not , sir ; for we are gentlemen , That neither in our hearts , nor outward eyes , Envy the great , nor do the low ...
... hates honour , hates the gods above . Marsh . Sir , yond's your place . Per . Some other is more fit . 1 Knight . Contend not , sir ; for we are gentlemen , That neither in our hearts , nor outward eyes , Envy the great , nor do the low ...
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... hate a lord with my heart . Tim . What , thyself ? Арет . Ау . Tim . Wherefore ? Apem . That I had no angry wit to be a lord . - Art not thou a merchant ? Mer . Ay , Apemantus . Apem . Traffick confound thee , if the gods will not ! Mer ...
... hate a lord with my heart . Tim . What , thyself ? Арет . Ау . Tim . Wherefore ? Apem . That I had no angry wit to be a lord . - Art not thou a merchant ? Mer . Ay , Apemantus . Apem . Traffick confound thee , if the gods will not ! Mer ...
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... hate not to be banish'd ; It is a cause 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 should brook as little ...
... hate not to be banish'd ; It is a cause 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 should brook as little ...
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... hated be Of Timon , man , and all humanity ! [ Exit . Re - enter the Lords , with other Lords and Senators . 1 Lord . How now , my lords ? 2 Lord . Know you the quality of lord Timon's fury ? 3 Lord . Pish ! did you see my cap ? 4 Lord ...
... hated be Of Timon , man , and all humanity ! [ Exit . Re - enter the Lords , with other Lords and Senators . 1 Lord . How now , my lords ? 2 Lord . Know you the quality of lord Timon's fury ? 3 Lord . Pish ! did you see my cap ? 4 Lord ...
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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.