The Complete Works of William Shakespeare ...H. Frowde, 1911 |
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... Servants to Timon . SERVILIUS , CAPHIS , PHILOTUS , TITUS , Servants to Timon's Creditors . LUCIUS , HORTENSIUS , Servants of Ventidius , and of Varro and Isidore ( two of Timon's Creditors ) . Three Strangers . An Old Athenian . A Page ...
... Servants to Timon . SERVILIUS , CAPHIS , PHILOTUS , TITUS , Servants to Timon's Creditors . LUCIUS , HORTENSIUS , Servants of Ventidius , and of Varro and Isidore ( two of Timon's Creditors ) . Three Strangers . An Old Athenian . A Page ...
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... servants Translates his rivals . PAINTER . ' Tis conceiv'd to scope . This throne , this Fortune , and this hill , methinks , With one man beckon'd from the rest below , Bowing his head against the steepy mount To climb his happiness ...
... servants Translates his rivals . PAINTER . ' Tis conceiv'd to scope . This throne , this Fortune , and this hill , methinks , With one man beckon'd from the rest below , Bowing his head against the steepy mount To climb his happiness ...
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... servants following . TIMON . MESSENGER . debt , Imprison'd is he , say you ? Ay , my good lord : five talents is his His ... servant nam'd Lucilius . TIMON . I have so what of him ? 113 OLD ATHENIAN . before thee . Most noble Timon , 14 ...
... servants following . TIMON . MESSENGER . debt , Imprison'd is he , say you ? Ay , my good lord : five talents is his His ... servant nam'd Lucilius . TIMON . I have so what of him ? 113 OLD ATHENIAN . before thee . Most noble Timon , 14 ...
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... confound thee , if the gods will MERCHANT . If traffic do it , the gods do it . APEMANTUS . found thee ! 244 Traffic's thy god , and thy god con- Trumpet sounds . Enter a Servant . TIMON . What 18 [ ACT I TIMON OF ATHENS.
... confound thee , if the gods will MERCHANT . If traffic do it , the gods do it . APEMANTUS . found thee ! 244 Traffic's thy god , and thy god con- Trumpet sounds . Enter a Servant . TIMON . What 18 [ ACT I TIMON OF ATHENS.
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William Shakespeare. Trumpet sounds . Enter a Servant . TIMON . What trumpet ' s that ? 248 SERVANT . ' Tis Alcibiades , and some twenty horse , All of companionship . TIMON . Pray , entertain them ; give them guide to us . [ Exeunt some ...
William Shakespeare. Trumpet sounds . Enter a Servant . TIMON . What trumpet ' s that ? 248 SERVANT . ' Tis Alcibiades , and some twenty horse , All of companionship . TIMON . Pray , entertain them ; give them guide to us . [ Exeunt some ...
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ALBANY ALCIBIADES Antony APEMANTUS BANQUO bear BERNARDO better blood BRUTUS Cæsar CAPHIS CASCA CASSIUS CINNA CITIZEN CLITUS CLOWN CORDELIA CORNWALL daughter dead dear death dost thou doth EDGAR EDMUND Enter Exeunt Exit eyes farewell father fear FLAVIUS follow fool Fortinbras fortune friends GENTLEMAN Ghost give GLOUCESTER gods GONERIL GUILDENSTERN HAMLET hand hath hear heart heaven hither honour HORATIO Julius Cæsar KENT king King Lear knave LADY MACBETH LADY MACDUFF LAERTES LEAR LENNOX live look LUCILIUS LUCIUS madam MALCOLM MARCELLUS Mark Antony MESSALA MESSENGER MURDERER nature never night noble OCTAVIUS OPHELIA OSRIC OSWALD play POET POLONIUS poor PORTIA pray prithee QUEEN Re-enter REGAN ROSENCRANTZ ROSS SCENE SECOND LORD SENATOR Shakespeare sister SIWARD sleep Soldiers soul speak spirit stand sword tell Thane thee There's thine thing thou art thou hast TIMON TITINIUS to-night VARRO'S SERVANT villain WITCH words
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Page 142 - I come not, friends, to steal away your hearts. I am no orator, as Brutus is, But, as you know me all, a plain blunt man That love my friend, and that they know full well That gave me public leave to speak of him. For I have neither wit, nor words, nor worth, Action, nor utterance, nor the power of speech To stir men's blood.
Page 101 - tis true, this god did shake ; His coward lips did from their colour fly, And that same eye whose bend doth awe the world Did lose his lustre : I did hear him groan : Ay, and that tongue of his that bade the Romans Mark him and write his speeches in their books, Alas, it cried, 'Give me some drink, Titinius,
Page 328 - There is no shuffling, there the action lies In his true nature, and we ourselves compell'd Even to the teeth and forehead of our faults To give in evidence.
Page 149 - And not for justice? What, shall one of us, That struck the foremost man of all this world, But for supporting robbers; shall we now Contaminate our fingers with base bribes? And sell the mighty space of our large...
Page 301 - I have of late — but wherefore I know not — lost all my mirth, forgone all custom of exercises ; and indeed it goes so heavily with my disposition that this goodly frame, the earth, seems to me a sterile promontory ; this most excellent canopy, the air, look you, this brave o'erhanging firmament, this majestical roof fretted with golden fire, why, it appears no other thing to me than a foul and pestilent congregation of vapours.
Page 315 - O ! it offends me to the soul, to hear a robustious periwig-pated fellow tear a passion to tatters, to very rags, to split the ears of the groundlings...
Page 198 - Moves like a ghost. Thou sure and firm-set earth, Hear not my steps, which way they walk, for fear Thy very stones prate of my whereabout, And take the present horror from the time, Which now suits with it.
Page 243 - I have lived long enough : my way of life Is fall'n into the sear, the yellow leaf ; And that which should accompany old age, As honour, love, obedience, troops of friends, I must not look to have ; but, in their stead, Curses, not loud but deep, mouth-honour, breath, Which the poor heart would fain deny, and dare not.
Page 308 - A damn'd defeat was made. Am I a coward ? Who calls me villain ? breaks my pate across? Plucks off my beard, and blows it in my face ? Tweaks me by the nose ? gives me the lie i' the throat, As deep as to the lungs ? Who does me this ? Ha!
Page 268 - It faded on the crowing of the cock. Some say that ever 'gainst that season comes Wherein our Saviour's birth is celebrated, The bird of dawning singeth all night long ; 160 And then, : they say, no spirit can walk abroad, The nights are wholesome, then no planets strike, No fairy takes, nor witch hath power to charm, So hallow'd and so gracious is the time.