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 12
... gold ; We hate the prince of Tyre , and thou must kill him ; It fits thee not to ask the reason why , Because we bid it . Say , is it done ? Thal . My lord , " Tis done . Ant . Enough ; Enter a Messenger . Lest your breath cool yourself ...
... gold ; We hate the prince of Tyre , and thou must kill him ; It fits thee not to ask the reason why , Because we bid it . Say , is it done ? Thal . My lord , " Tis done . Ant . Enough ; Enter a Messenger . Lest your breath cool yourself ...
Side 31
... fifth , an hand environed with clouds ; Holding out gold , that's by the touchstone tried : The motto thus , Sic spectando fides . [ The sixth Knight passes . Sim . And what's the sixth and last , which SCENE II . 31 PRINCE OF TYRE .
... fifth , an hand environed with clouds ; Holding out gold , that's by the touchstone tried : The motto thus , Sic spectando fides . [ The sixth Knight passes . Sim . And what's the sixth and last , which SCENE II . 31 PRINCE OF TYRE .
Side 50
... gold , It is a good constraint of fortune , that It belches upon us . 2 Gent . ' Tis so , my lord . Cer . How close ' tis caulk'd and bitum'd ! - Did the sea cast it up ? Serv . I never saw so huge a billow , sir , As toss'd it upon ...
... gold , It is a good constraint of fortune , that It belches upon us . 2 Gent . ' Tis so , my lord . Cer . How close ' tis caulk'd and bitum'd ! - Did the sea cast it up ? Serv . I never saw so huge a billow , sir , As toss'd it upon ...
Side 52
... gold ; The diamonds of a most praised water Appear , to make the world twice rich . O live , And make us weep to hear your fate , fair creature , Rare as you seem to be ! Thai . O dear Diana , [ She moves . Where am I ? Where's my lord ...
... gold ; The diamonds of a most praised water Appear , to make the world twice rich . O live , And make us weep to hear your fate , fair creature , Rare as you seem to be ! Thai . O dear Diana , [ She moves . Where am I ? Where's my lord ...
Side 73
... gold . Mar. What he will do graciously , I will thankfully receive . Lys . Have you done ? Bawd . My lord , she's not paced yet ; you must take some pains to work her to your manage . Come , we will leave his honour and her together ...
... gold . Mar. What he will do graciously , I will thankfully receive . Lys . Have you done ? Bawd . My lord , she's not paced yet ; you must take some pains to work her to your manage . Come , we will leave his honour and her together ...
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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.