The Dramatic Works of William Shakespeare, Band 5D. Appleton & Company, 1872 |
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... honour ! Enter an Old Athenian . Old Ath . Lord Timon , hear me speak . Tim . [ Exit Freely , good father . Old Ath . Thou hast a servant nam'd Lucilius . Tim . I have so : what of him ? Old Ath . Most noble Timon , call the man before ...
... honour ! Enter an Old Athenian . Old Ath . Lord Timon , hear me speak . Tim . [ Exit Freely , good father . Old Ath . Thou hast a servant nam'd Lucilius . Tim . I have so : what of him ? Old Ath . Most noble Timon , call the man before ...
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... honour , she is his . Tim . My hand to thee ; mine honour on Luc . Humbly I thank your lordship : ne That state or fortune fall into my keeping Which is not ow'd to you ! [ Exeunt LUCILIUS an Poet . Vouchsafe my labour , and long liv ...
... honour , she is his . Tim . My hand to thee ; mine honour on Luc . Humbly I thank your lordship : ne That state or fortune fall into my keeping Which is not ow'd to you ! [ Exeunt LUCILIUS an Poet . Vouchsafe my labour , and long liv ...
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... honour'd Timon , It hath pleas'd the gods to remember my father's age , And call him to long peace . He is gone happy , and has left me rich : Then , as in grateful virtue I am bound To your free heart , I do return those talents ...
... honour'd Timon , It hath pleas'd the gods to remember my father's age , And call him to long peace . He is gone happy , and has left me rich : Then , as in grateful virtue I am bound To your free heart , I do return those talents ...
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... honour me so much As to advance this jewel ; accept it , and wear it . Kind my lord . 1 Lord . I am so far already in your gifts , - All . So are we all . Enter a Servant . Serv . My lord , there are certain nobles of the senate Newly ...
... honour me so much As to advance this jewel ; accept it , and wear it . Kind my lord . 1 Lord . I am so far already in your gifts , - All . So are we all . Enter a Servant . Serv . My lord , there are certain nobles of the senate Newly ...
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... honour , Lord L Out of his free love , hath presented to you Four milk - white horses , trapp'd in silver . Tim . I shall accept them fairly : let the pr Be worthily entertained . Enter a third Servant . How now ! what ne 3 Serv ...
... honour , Lord L Out of his free love , hath presented to you Four milk - white horses , trapp'd in silver . Tim . I shall accept them fairly : let the pr Be worthily entertained . Enter a third Servant . How now ! what ne 3 Serv ...
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Seite 243 - 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.
Seite 196 - 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 : I only speak right on ; I tell you that which you yourselves do know ; Show you Sweet Caesar's wounds, poor poor dumb mouths...
Seite 194 - 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.
Seite 195 - O, now you weep, and I perceive you feel The dint of pity; these are gracious drops. Kind souls, what! weep you when you but behold Our Caesar's vesture wounded ? Look you here, Here is himself, marr'd, as you see, with traitors.
Seite 218 - This was the noblest Roman of them all : All the conspirators, save only he, Did that they did in envy of great Caesar; He, only, in a general honest thought And common good to all, made one of them.
Seite 193 - Yet Brutus says he was ambitious ; And Brutus is an honourable man. You all did see that on the Lupercal I thrice presented him a kingly crown, Which he did thrice refuse. Was this ambition ? Yet Brutus says, he was ambitious ; And, sure, he is an honourable man.
Seite 158 - And when you saw his chariot but appear, Have you not made an universal shout, That Tiber trembled underneath her banks To hear the replication of your sounds Made in her concave shores? And do you now put on your best attire? And do you now cull out a holiday? And do you now strew flowers in his way That comes in triumph over Pompey's blood? Be gone! Run to your houses, fall upon your knees, Pray to the gods to intermit the plague That needs must light on this ingratitude.
Seite 195 - If you have tears, prepare to shed them now. You all do know this mantle : I remember The first time ever Caesar put it on; 'Twas on a summer's evening, in his tent, That day he overcame the Nervii: — Look, in this place, ran Cassius...
Seite 190 - A curse shall light upon the limbs of men; Domestic fury and fierce civil strife Shall cumber all the parts of Italy ; Blood and destruction shall be so in use, And dreadful objects so familiar, That mothers shall but smile, when they behold Their infants quarter'd with the hands of War; All pity...
Seite 302 - 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.