Works, المجلد 4G. Routledge, 1874 |
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... dead ; and all the lands thou hast Lie in a pitch'd field . ALCIB . Ay , defiled land , my lord . 1 LORD . We are so virtuously bound , - TIM . Am I to you . 2 LORD . So infinitely endear'd , - TIM . All to you . - Lights , more lights ...
... dead ; and all the lands thou hast Lie in a pitch'd field . ALCIB . Ay , defiled land , my lord . 1 LORD . We are so virtuously bound , - TIM . Am I to you . 2 LORD . So infinitely endear'd , - TIM . All to you . - Lights , more lights ...
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... dead , Doors , that were ne'er acquainted with their wards Many a bounteous year , must be employ'd a Old text , onely the Gods . His friends , like physicians , Thrice give him over ; Thrice is an emendation of Johnson's ; the old text ...
... dead , Doors , that were ne'er acquainted with their wards Many a bounteous year , must be employ'd a Old text , onely the Gods . His friends , like physicians , Thrice give him over ; Thrice is an emendation of Johnson's ; the old text ...
الصفحة 44
... dead ; -some that were hang'd , No matter : -wear them , betray with them : whore still ; Paint till a horse may mire upon your face : A pox of wrinkles ! PHRY . & TIMAN . Well , more gold ; -what then ? Believe ' t , that we'll do ...
... dead ; -some that were hang'd , No matter : -wear them , betray with them : whore still ; Paint till a horse may mire upon your face : A pox of wrinkles ! PHRY . & TIMAN . Well , more gold ; -what then ? Believe ' t , that we'll do ...
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... dead . - I'll say thou ' st gold : Thou wilt be throng'd to shortly . TIM . APEM . Would ' t were so ! - Throng'd to ! Ay . TIM . Thy back , I pr'ythee . APEM . Live , and love thy misery ! TIM . Long live so , and so die ! -I am quit ...
... dead . - I'll say thou ' st gold : Thou wilt be throng'd to shortly . TIM . APEM . Would ' t were so ! - Throng'd to ! Ay . TIM . Thy back , I pr'ythee . APEM . Live , and love thy misery ! TIM . Long live so , and so die ! -I am quit ...
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... dead : let us return , And strain what other means is left unto us In our dear peril . [ Exit TIMON . 1 SEN . It requires swift foot . [ Exeunt . SCENE II . - The Walls of Athens . Enter Two Senators , and a Messenger . 1 SEN . Thou ...
... dead : let us return , And strain what other means is left unto us In our dear peril . [ Exit TIMON . 1 SEN . It requires swift foot . [ Exeunt . SCENE II . - The Walls of Athens . Enter Two Senators , and a Messenger . 1 SEN . Thou ...
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ALCIB Alcibiades Angelo ANNE APEM Apemantus ARIEL bear beseech blood brother BUCK Buckingham Caliban cardinal Catesby CHAM Clarence Claudio Cloten Collier's annotator Cymbeline dead death Dorset dost doth DUCH DUKE ELIZ Enter ESCAL Exeunt Exit eyes father fear FLAV folio folio omits folio reads fool friar friends GENT gentleman give grace GUIDERIUS hath hear heart heaven hither honour IACH IACHIMO Imogen ISAB KATH king king's lady live look lord Lord Chamberlain lord Hastings LUCIO madam master Measure for Measure MIRA mistress MURD never noble NORF Old text Pisanio poet Pompey poor Posthumus pr'ythee pray prince PROV Provost quartos queen Re-enter RICH Richard SCENE Shakespeare SIR THOMAS LOVELL soul speak sweet Sycorax tell thank thee There's thine thing thou art Timon unto word
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الصفحة 312 - 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!
الصفحة 491 - Our revels now are ended. These our actors, As I foretold you, were all spirits, and Are melted into air, into thin air: And, like the baseless fabric of this vision, The cloud-capp'd towers, the gorgeous palaces, The solemn temples, the great globe itself, Yea, all which it inherit, shall dissolve, And, like this insubstantial pageant faded, Leave not a rack behind. We are such stuff As dreams are made on ; and our little life Is rounded with a sleep.
الصفحة 186 - Heaven doth with us as we with torches do, Not light them for themselves ; for if our virtues Did not go forth of us, 'twere all alike As if we had them not. Spirits are not finely touch'd...
الصفحة 162 - For hateful deeds committed by myself. 1 am a villain. Yet I lie; I am not. Fool, of thyself speak well: fool, do not flatter. My conscience hath a thousand several tongues, And every tongue brings in a several tale, And every tale condemns me for a villain. Perjury, perjury, in the high'st degree: Murder, stern murder, in the dir'st degree; All several sins, all us'd in each degree, Throng to the bar, crying all, 'Guilty! Guilty!
الصفحة 72 - Grim-visag'd war hath smooth'd his wrinkled front ; And now — instead of mounting barbed steeds To fright the souls of fearful adversaries — He capers nimbly in a lady's chamber To the lascivious pleasing of a lute.
الصفحة 41 - 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; this is it That makes the wappen'd widow wed again; She, whom the spital-house and ulcerous sores Would cast the gorge at, this embalms and spices To the April day again.
الصفحة 93 - Who pass'd, methought, the melancholy flood, With that grim ferryman which poets write of, Unto the kingdom of perpetual night. The first that there did greet my stranger soul, Was my great father-in-law, renowned Warwick; Who cried aloud, ' What scourge for perjury Can this dark monarchy afford false Clarence...
الصفحة 202 - Well believe this, No ceremony that to great ones 'longs, Not the king's crown, nor the deputed sword, The marshal's truncheon, nor the judge's robe, Become them with one half so good a grace, As mercy does.
الصفحة 203 - Alas ! alas ! Why, all the souls that were, were forfeit once; And He that might the vantage best have took, Found out the remedy: How would you be, If he, which is the top of judgment, should But judge you as you are? O, think on that; And mercy then will breathe within your lips, Like man new made.
الصفحة 311 - s dry our eyes ; and thus far hear me, Cromwell : And. — when I am forgotten, as I shall be, And sleep in dull cold marble, where no mention Of me more must be heard of, — say, I taught thee, Say, Wolsey, that once trod the ways of glory, And sounded all the depths and shoals of honour, Found thee a way, out of his wreck, to rise in ; A sure and safe one, though thy master miss'd it.