The Family Shakspeare: In Ten Volumes; in which Nothing is Added to the Original Text; But Those Words and Expressions are Omitted which Cannot with Propriety be Read Aloud in a Family, Volume 8Longman, Hurst, Rees, Orme, and Brown, 1818 |
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... never tasted Timon in my life , Nor came any of his bounties over me , To mark me for his friend ; yet , I protest , For his right noble mind , illustrious virtue , And honourable carriage , Had his necessity made use of me , I would ...
... never tasted Timon in my life , Nor came any of his bounties over me , To mark me for his friend ; yet , I protest , For his right noble mind , illustrious virtue , And honourable carriage , Had his necessity made use of me , I would ...
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... , and lap . 4 - - [ The dishes uncovered are full of warm water . Some speak . What does his lordship mean ? Some other . I know not . 4 The lowest . Tim . May you a better feast never behold , SCENE VI . ] 49 TIMON OF ATHENS .
... , and lap . 4 - - [ The dishes uncovered are full of warm water . Some speak . What does his lordship mean ? Some other . I know not . 4 The lowest . Tim . May you a better feast never behold , SCENE VI . ] 49 TIMON OF ATHENS .
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... never behold , You knot of mouth - friends ! smoke , and lukewarm water Is your perfection . This is Timon's last ; Who stuck and spangled you with flatteries , Washes it off , and sprinkles in your faces [ Throwing water in their faces ...
... never behold , You knot of mouth - friends ! smoke , and lukewarm water Is your perfection . This is Timon's last ; Who stuck and spangled you with flatteries , Washes it off , and sprinkles in your faces [ Throwing water in their faces ...
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... never see thee more .. Alcib . I never did thee harm . Tim . Yes , thou spok'st well of me . Alcib . Call'st thou that harm ? Tim . Men daily find it such . Get thee away . Alcib . Strike . - We but offend him . [ Drum beats . Exit ...
... never see thee more .. Alcib . I never did thee harm . Tim . Yes , thou spok'st well of me . Alcib . Call'st thou that harm ? Tim . Men daily find it such . Get thee away . Alcib . Strike . - We but offend him . [ Drum beats . Exit ...
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... Never presented ! — O , a root , — Dear thanks ! Dry up thy marrows , vines , and plough - torn leas ; Whereof ingrateful man , with liquorish draughts , And morsels unctuous , greases his pure mind , That from it all consideration ...
... Never presented ! — O , a root , — Dear thanks ! Dry up thy marrows , vines , and plough - torn leas ; Whereof ingrateful man , with liquorish draughts , And morsels unctuous , greases his pure mind , That from it all consideration ...
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AGRIPPA Alarum Alcib Alcibiades Antium Apem Apemantus Athens Aufidius bear beseech blood Brutus Cæs Cæsar Caius Marcius Capitol Casca Cassius CESAR Char Charmian Cleo Cleopatra Cominius consul Coriolanus Corioli death dost doth Egypt enemy ENOBARBUS Enter ANTONY Eros Exeunt Exit eyes Farewell fear fellow Flav fool fortune friends Fulvia give gods Guard hand hate hath hear heart honour Iras Julius Cæsar lady Lart LARTIUS Lepidus look lord Timon LUCILIUS Lucius madam Mark Antony master Menenius Mess Messala Messenger Musick ne'er never noble o'the Octavia Parthia peace Poet Pompey pr'ythee pray PROCULEIUS queen Re-enter Roman Rome SCENE senators Serv Servant Sold soldier speak stand sword tell thee there's thine thing thou art thou hast Titinius tongue tribunes unto voices Volces VOLUMNIA word worthy
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Page 217 - I, as ^Eneas, our great ancestor, Did, from the flames of Troy, upon his shoulder, The old Anchises bear, so, from the waves of Tiber, Did I the tired Caesar : and this man Is now become a god ; and Cassius is A wretched creature, and must bend his body. If 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...
Page 326 - 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.
Page 261 - 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.
Page 217 - 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.
Page 260 - 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. I speak not to disprove what Brutus spoke, But here I am to speak what I do know.
Page 264 - 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...
Page 273 - For I can raise no money by vile means. By heaven, I had rather coin my heart, And drop my blood for drachmas, than to wring From the hard hands of peasants their vile trash, By any indirection. I did send To you for gold to pay my legions, Which you denied me. Was that done like Cassius...
Page 263 - Which all the while ran blood, great Caesar fell. O, what a fall was there, my countrymen ! Then I, and you, and all of us fell down, Whilst bloody treason flourish'd over us. 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.
Page 256 - A curse shall light upon the limbs of men ; Domestick 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...
Page 258 - Who is here so base that would be a bondman ? If any, speak ; for him have I offended. Who is here so rude that would not be a Roman ? If any, speak ; for him have I offended. Who is here so vile that will not love his country ? If any, speak ; for him have I offended. I pause for a reply.