The Plays of Shakspeare: Printed from the Text of Samuel Johnson, George Steevens, and Isaac Reed, Bind 11Longman, Hurst, Rees, and Orme, 1807 |
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Side 8
... fair Hesperides , With golden fruit , but dangerous to be touch'd ; For death - like dragons here affright thee hard : Her face , like heaven , enticeth thee to view A countless glory , which desert must gain : And which , without ...
... fair Hesperides , With golden fruit , but dangerous to be touch'd ; For death - like dragons here affright thee hard : Her face , like heaven , enticeth thee to view A countless glory , which desert must gain : And which , without ...
Side 9
... true , which makes me pale to read it ? Fair glass of light , I lov'd you , and could still , [ Takes hold of the hand of the princess . Were not this glorious casket stor❜d with ill : But SCENE IV . 9 PRINCE OF TYRE .
... true , which makes me pale to read it ? Fair glass of light , I lov'd you , and could still , [ Takes hold of the hand of the princess . Were not this glorious casket stor❜d with ill : But SCENE IV . 9 PRINCE OF TYRE .
Side 10
... fair viol , and your sense the strings ; Who , finger'd to make man his lawful music , Would draw heaven down , and all the gods to hearken ; But , being play'd upon before your time , Hell only danceth at so harsh a chime : Good sooth ...
... fair viol , and your sense the strings ; Who , finger'd to make man his lawful music , Would draw heaven down , and all the gods to hearken ; But , being play'd upon before your time , Hell only danceth at so harsh a chime : Good sooth ...
Side 11
... fair a tree As your fair self , doth tune us otherwise : Forty days longer we do respite you ; If by which time our secret be undone , This mercy shows , we'll joy in such a son : And until then , your entertain shall be , As doth befit ...
... fair a tree As your fair self , doth tune us otherwise : Forty days longer we do respite you ; If by which time our secret be undone , This mercy shows , we'll joy in such a son : And until then , your entertain shall be , As doth befit ...
Side 28
... fair daughter , and to - morrow is her birth- day ; and there are princes and knights come from all parts of the world , to just and tourney for her love . Per . Did but my fortunes equal my desires , I'd wish to make one there . 1 Fish ...
... fair daughter , and to - morrow is her birth- day ; and there are princes and knights come from all parts of the world , to just and tourney for her love . Per . Did but my fortunes equal my desires , I'd wish to make one there . 1 Fish ...
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Alcib Alcibiades Antiochus Antium Apem Apemantus Athens Aufidius Bawd bear beseech blood Boult Caius Marcius Caph CLEON Cominius consul CORIOLANUS Corioli daughter Dionyza do't dost doth ears enemy Enter Exeunt Exit eyes fear Fish Flav fool fortune friends Gent give gods gold hate hath hear heart heaven Helicanus honest honour i'the king knight lady Lart look lord Timon lordship Lucullus Lychorida LYSIMACHUS Marina master MENENIUS Mitylene mother ne'er never noble o'the Pain patricians peace Pentapolis Pericles PHRYNIA Poet pr'ythee pray prince prince of Tyre Re-enter Roman Rome SCENE III.-The Senators Serv Servant SICINIUS Simonides speak sword tell Thai Thaisa thank Tharsus thee there's thine thing thou art thou hast thyself TITUS LARTIUS tongue tribunes Tyre unto VIRGILIA voices Volces VOLUMNIA What's worthy would'st
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Side 159 - Gold ? yellow, glittering, precious gold ? No, gods, I am no idle votarist. Roots, you clear heavens ! Thus much of this will make black white, foul fair, Wrong right, base noble, old young, coward valiant.
Side 295 - I loved the maid I married ; never man Sigh'd truer breath ; but that I see thee here, Thou noble thing ! more dances my rapt heart Than when I first my wedded mistress saw Bestride my threshold.
Side 322 - You have won a happy victory to Rome : But, for your son, — believe it, O, believe it, Most dangerously you have with him prevail'd, If not most mortal to him.
Side 317 - What is that curt'sy worth, or those doves' eyes, Which can make gods forsworn? — I melt, and am not Of stronger earth than others. — My mother bows ; As if Olympus to a molehill should In supplication nod; and my young boy Hath an aspect of intercession, which Great nature cries, Deny not.