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Page 133
If in his death the gods have us befriended , Great Troy is ours , and our sharp
wars are ended . [ Exeunt , marching . SCENE XI . ANOTHER PART OF THE
FIELD . Enter Æneas , and Trojans . Æne . Stand , ho ! yet are we masters of the
field ...
If in his death the gods have us befriended , Great Troy is ours , and our sharp
wars are ended . [ Exeunt , marching . SCENE XI . ANOTHER PART OF THE
FIELD . Enter Æneas , and Trojans . Æne . Stand , ho ! yet are we masters of the
field ...
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Traffick confound thee , if the gods will not ! Mer . If traffick do it , the gods do it .
Apem . Traffick ' s thy god , and thy god confound thee ! Serv . Trumpets sound .
Enter a Servant . Tim . What trumpet ' s that ? ' Tis Alcibiades , and Some twenty ...
Traffick confound thee , if the gods will not ! Mer . If traffick do it , the gods do it .
Apem . Traffick ' s thy god , and thy god confound thee ! Serv . Trumpets sound .
Enter a Servant . Tim . What trumpet ' s that ? ' Tis Alcibiades , and Some twenty ...
Page 56
The rest of your fees , O gods , the senators of Athens , together with the common
lag of people , — what is amiss in them , you gods , make suitable for destruction
. For these my present friends , ( US Water - as they are to me nothing , so " 36 ...
The rest of your fees , O gods , the senators of Athens , together with the common
lag of people , — what is amiss in them , you gods , make suitable for destruction
. For these my present friends , ( US Water - as they are to me nothing , so " 36 ...
Page 60
The gods confound ( hear me , you good gods all , ) The Athenians both within
and out that wall ! And grant , as Timon grows , his hate may grow To the whole
race of mankind , high , and low ! Amen . [ Exit . SCENE II . ATHENS . A ROOM IN
...
The gods confound ( hear me , you good gods all , ) The Athenians both within
and out that wall ! And grant , as Timon grows , his hate may grow To the whole
race of mankind , high , and low ! Amen . [ Exit . SCENE II . ATHENS . A ROOM IN
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Page 63
Earth , yield me roots ! [ Digging : Who seeks for better of thee , sauce his palate
With thy most operant poison ! What is here ? Gold ? yellow , glittering , precious
gold ? No , gods , I am no idle votarist . Roots , you clear heavens ! Thus much of
...
Earth , yield me roots ! [ Digging : Who seeks for better of thee , sauce his palate
With thy most operant poison ! What is here ? Gold ? yellow , glittering , precious
gold ? No , gods , I am no idle votarist . Roots , you clear heavens ! Thus much of
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Achilles Agam Ajax answer Apem Aufidius bear better blood bring cardinal cause comes Coriolanus Cres Cressid death doth Enter Exeunt Exit 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 meet mind nature never noble once peace play 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 87 - Fie, fie upon her! There's language in her eye, her cheek, her lip, Nay, her foot speaks; her wanton spirits look out At every joint and motive of her body.
Page 65 - That slightly shakes his parting guest by the hand, And with his arms outstretch'd, as he would fly, Grasps-in the comer : welcome ever smiles, And farewell goes out sighing. O, let not virtue seek Remuneration for the thing it was ; For beauty, wit, High birth, vigour of bone, desert in service, Love, friendship, charity, are subjects all To envious and calumniating time. One touch of nature makes the whole world kin, That all with one consent praise new-born gawds, Though they are made and moulded...
Page 94 - O, father abbot, An old man, broken with the storms of state, Is come to lay his weary bones among ye ; Give him a little earth for charity...
Page 85 - Love thyself last ; cherish those hearts that hate thee : Corruption wins not more than honesty. Still in thy right hand carry gentle peace, To silence envious tongues. Be just, and fear not : Let all the ends thou aim'st at be thy country's, Thy God's and truth's; then, if thou fall'st, O Cromwell, Thou fall'st a blessed martyr.
Page 12 - Take but degree away, untune that string, And, hark, what discord follows ! each thing meets In mere oppugnancy : the bounded waters Should lift their bosoms higher than the shores, And make a sop of all this solid globe : Strength should be lord of imbecility, And the rude son should strike his father dead : Force should be right ; or rather, right and wrong, Between whose endless jar justice resides, Should lose their names, and so should justice too. Then...
Page 82 - O, how wretched Is that poor man that hangs on princes' favours ! There is, betwixt that smile we would aspire to, That sweet aspect of princes, and their ruin, More pangs and fears than wars or women have ; And when he falls, he falls like Lucifer, Never to hope again.
Page 82 - Farewell, a long farewell, to all my greatness ! This is the state of man ; to-day he puts forth The tender leaves of hope, to-morrow blossoms, And bears his blushing honours thick upon him : The third day comes a frost, a killing frost ; And,— when he thinks, good easy man, full surely His greatness is a ripening, — nips his root, And then he falls, as I do.
Page 76 - Nay then, farewell ! I have touch'd the highest point of all my greatness ; And, from that full meridian of my glory, I haste now to my setting : I shall fall Like a bright exhalation in the evening, And no man see me more.
Page 11 - The heavens themselves, the planets and this centre, Observe degree, priority and place, Insisture, course, proportion, season, form, Office and custom, in all line of order...
Page 65 - As fast as they are made, forgot as soon As done : perseverance, dear my lord, Keeps honour bright : to have done is to hang Quite out of fashion, like a rusty mail In monumental mockery. 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...
Bibliographic information
| Title | The Plays of William Shakespeare, Volume 6 The Plays of William Shakespeare, William Shakespeare |
| Author | William Shakespeare |
| Publisher | T. Bensley, 1804 |
| Original from | the New York Public Library |
| Digitized | 29 Dec 2006 |
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