The plays of William Shakspeare, pr. from the text of the corrected copy left by G. Steevens, with a selection of notes from the most emient commentators, &c., by A. Chalmers, Volum 8 |
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Pągina 10
... Thou hast a servant nam'd Lucilius . Tim . I havo oo . What of him ? Uld Ath . Most noble Timon , call the man before thee . Tim . Attends he here , or no ? -Lucilius ! Enter LUCILIUS . Luc . Here , at your lordship's service . Old Ath ...
... Thou hast a servant nam'd Lucilius . Tim . I havo oo . What of him ? Uld Ath . Most noble Timon , call the man before thee . Tim . Attends he here , or no ? -Lucilius ! Enter LUCILIUS . Luc . Here , at your lordship's service . Old Ath ...
Pągina 14
... thou this picture , Apemantus ? Apem . The best , for the innocence . Tim ... hast feign'd him a worthy fellow . Poet . That's not feign'd , he is so . 66 ... thee for thy labour : He , that loves to 14 TIMON OF ATHENS .
... thou this picture , Apemantus ? Apem . The best , for the innocence . Tim ... hast feign'd him a worthy fellow . Poet . That's not feign'd , he is so . 66 ... thee for thy labour : He , that loves to 14 TIMON OF ATHENS .
Pągina 26
... Thou art a soldier , therefore seldom rich , It comes in charity to thee : for all thy living Is ' mongst the dead ; and all the lands thou hast Lie in a pitch'd field . Alcib . Ay , defiled land , my lord . 1 Lord . We are so ...
... Thou art a soldier , therefore seldom rich , It comes in charity to thee : for all thy living Is ' mongst the dead ; and all the lands thou hast Lie in a pitch'd field . Alcib . Ay , defiled land , my lord . 1 Lord . We are so ...
Pągina 40
... thy very bountiful good lord and master ? Flam . His health is well , sir . Lucul . I am right glad that his health is well , sir : And what hast thou there under thy cloak , pretty Flaminius . Flam . ' Faith , nothing but an empty box ...
... thy very bountiful good lord and master ? Flam . His health is well , sir . Lucul . I am right glad that his health is well , sir : And what hast thou there under thy cloak , pretty Flaminius . Flam . ' Faith , nothing but an empty box ...
Pągina 67
... thee : Thou'lt go , strong thief , When gouty keepers of thee cannot stand : - Nay , stay thou out for earnest ... hast life and motion in thee . VOL . VIII . G Tim . As the moon does , by wanting light TIMON OF ATHENS . 67.
... thee : Thou'lt go , strong thief , When gouty keepers of thee cannot stand : - Nay , stay thou out for earnest ... hast life and motion in thee . VOL . VIII . G Tim . As the moon does , by wanting light TIMON OF ATHENS . 67.
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Passatges populars
Pągina 288 - Come I to speak in Caesar's funeral. He was my friend, faithful and just to me : But Brutus says, he was ambitious ; And Brutus is an honourable man. He hath brought many captives home to Rome, Whose ransoms did the general coffers fill ; Did this in Caesar seem ambitious ? When that the poor have cried, Caesar hath wept. Ambition should be made of sterner stuff: Yet Brutus says, he was ambitious ; And Brutus is an honourable man.
Pągina 246 - Caesar carelessly but nod on him. He had a fever when he was in Spain, And, when the fit was on him, I did mark How he did shake : 'tis true, this god did shake ; His coward lips did from their...
Pągina 289 - Who, you all know, are honourable men : I will not do them wrong ; I rather choose To wrong the dead, to wrong myself, and you, Than I will wrong such honourable men.
Pągina 364 - The barge she sat in, like a burnish'd throne, Burn'd on the water ; the poop was beaten gold, Purple the sails, and so perfumed that The winds were love-sick with them, the oars were silver, Which to the tune of flutes kept stroke, and made The water which they beat to follow faster, As amorous of their strokes.
Pągina 447 - His legs bestrid the ocean: his rear'd arm Crested the world : his voice was propertied As all the tuned spheres, and that to friends ; But when he meant to quail and shake the orb, He was as rattling thunder.
Pągina 291 - Caesar lov'd him. This was the most unkindest cut of all: For when the noble Caesar saw him stab, Ingratitude, more strong than traitors...
Pągina 246 - Why, man, he doth bestride the narrow world, Like a Colossus ; and we petty men Walk under his huge legs, and peep about To find ourselve»dishonourable graves. , Men at some time are masters of their fates : The fault, dear Brutus, is not in our stars, But in ourselves, that we are underlings. Brutus, and Caesar: what should be in that Caesar?
Pągina 292 - And will, no doubt, with reasons answer you. 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...
Pągina 288 - Friends, Romans, countrymen, lend me your ears : I come to bury Caesar, not to praise him. The evil that men do lives after them, The good is oft interred with their bones ; So let it be with Caesar.
Pągina 290 - tis his will : Let but the commons hear this testament, (Which, pardon me, I do not mean to read,) And they would go and kiss dead Caesar's wounds, And dip their napkins in his sacred blood ; Yea, beg a hair of him for memory, And, dying, mention it within their wills, Bequeathing it, as a rich legacy, Unto their issue.