The Plays of William Shakspeare: King Henry VIII ; Troilus and Cressida ; Timon of Athens ; Coriolanus |
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I know that , fool . Ther . Ay , but that fool knows not himself . Ajur . Therefore I
beat thee . Ther . Lo , lo , lo , lo , what modicuins of wit he ut . ters ! his evasions
have ears thus long . I have bobbed his brain , more than he has beat my bones :
I ...
I know that , fool . Ther . Ay , but that fool knows not himself . Ajur . Therefore I
beat thee . Ther . Lo , lo , lo , lo , what modicuins of wit he ut . ters ! his evasions
have ears thus long . I have bobbed his brain , more than he has beat my bones :
I ...
Page 152
O , tell , tell . Ther . I ' ll decline the whole question . Agamemnon commands
Achilles ; Achilles is my lord ; I am Patroclus ' knower ; and Patroclus is a fool .
Patr . You rascal ! Ther , Peace , fool : I have not done . Achil . He is a privileged
man .
O , tell , tell . Ther . I ' ll decline the whole question . Agamemnon commands
Achilles ; Achilles is my lord ; I am Patroclus ' knower ; and Patroclus is a fool .
Patr . You rascal ! Ther , Peace , fool : I have not done . Achil . He is a privileged
man .
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To the Fool . Isid . Serv . ( To Var . Serv . ] There ' s the fool hangs on your back
already . Apem . No , thou stand ' st single , thou art not on him yet . Caph . Where
' s the fool now ? Apem . He last asked the question . - - Poor rogues , and ...
To the Fool . Isid . Serv . ( To Var . Serv . ] There ' s the fool hangs on your back
already . Apem . No , thou stand ' st single , thou art not on him yet . Caph . Where
' s the fool now ? Apem . He last asked the question . - - Poor rogues , and ...
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Fool , I will go with you to lord Timon ' s . Fool . Will you leave me there ? Apem .
Jf l ' imon stay at home . - You three serve three usurers . All Sero . Ay ; ' would
they served us ! Apem . So would I , - as good a trick as ever hangman served
thief ...
Fool , I will go with you to lord Timon ' s . Fool . Will you leave me there ? Apem .
Jf l ' imon stay at home . - You three serve three usurers . All Sero . Ay ; ' would
they served us ! Apem . So would I , - as good a trick as ever hangman served
thief ...
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Fool . I do not always follow lover , elder brother , and woman ; sometime , the
philosopher . ( Exeunt Apemantus and Fool . Flav . ' Pray you , walk near ; I ' ll
speak with you anon . Exeunt Serv . Tim . You make me marvel : Wherefore , ere
this ...
Fool . I do not always follow lover , elder brother , and woman ; sometime , the
philosopher . ( Exeunt Apemantus and Fool . Flav . ' Pray you , walk near ; I ' ll
speak with you anon . Exeunt Serv . Tim . You make me marvel : Wherefore , ere
this ...
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Achilles Agam Ajax answer Apem arms bear better blood bring cardinal cause comes Coriolanus Cres death doth Enter Erit Exeunt eyes fair fall fear fight follow fool fortune friends Gent give gods gone grace hand hast hath head hear heart heaven Hect Hector highness hold honour I'll keep king lady leave live look lord Marcius master means meet mind nature never noble o'the once peace poor pray present prince queen Rome SCENE Senators Sero Serv Servant soul speak stand stay strange sweet sword tell thank thee Ther there's thing thou thou art thought Timon tongue Troilus Troy true truth Ulyss voices What's worthy
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Page 175 - Take the instant way, For honour travels in a strait so narrow, Where one but goes abreast ; keep, then, the path ; For Emulation hath a thousand sons That one by one pursue ; if you give way, Or hedge aside from the direct forthright, Like to an enter'd tide, they all rush by, And leave you hindmost.
Page 283 - Thus much of this will make black white, foul fair, Wrong right, base noble, old young, coward valiant. Ha, you gods! why this? what this, you gods? Why, this Will lug your priests and servants from your sides, Pluck stout men's pillows from below their heads: This yellow slave Will knit and break religions; bless the accurs'd; Make the hoar leprosy ador'd; place thieves, And give them title, knee, and approbation, With senators on the bench...
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Page 427 - What have you done ? Behold, the heavens do ope, The gods look down, and this unnatural scene They laugh at. O my mother, mother ! O ! You have won a happy victory to Rome ; But, for your son, — believe it, O, believe it, — Most dangerously you have with him prevailed, If not most mortal to him.
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| Title | The Plays of William Shakspeare: King Henry VIII ; Troilus and Cressida ; Timon of Athens ; Coriolanus Volume 6 of The Plays of William Shakspeare: Accurately Printed from the Text of the Corrected Copy Left by the Late George Steevens, with Glossarial Notes, and a Sketch of the Life of Shakspeare, William Shakespeare |
| Author | William Shakespeare |
| Publisher | J. Nichols, 1811 |
| Original from | Harvard University |
| Digitized | 25 Feb 2008 |
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