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
... tongues , and semblance pale , That , without covering , save yon field of stars , They here stand martyrs , slain in Cupid's wars ; And with dead cheeks advise thee to desist , For going on death's net , whom none resist . Per ...
... tongues , and semblance pale , That , without covering , save yon field of stars , They here stand martyrs , slain in Cupid's wars ; And with dead cheeks advise thee to desist , For going on death's net , whom none resist . Per ...
Side 10
... ; and it is fit , What being more known grows worse , to smother it . All love the womb that their first beings bred , Then give my tongue like leave to love my head . Ant . Heaven , that I had thy head ! 1 10 ACT I. PERICLES ,
... ; and it is fit , What being more known grows worse , to smother it . All love the womb that their first beings bred , Then give my tongue like leave to love my head . Ant . Heaven , that I had thy head ! 1 10 ACT I. PERICLES ,
Side 14
... tongue . They do abuse the king , that flatter him : For flattery is the bellows blows up sin ; The thing the which is flatter'd , but a spark , To which that breath gives heat and stronger glowing ; Whereas reproof , obedient , and in ...
... tongue . They do abuse the king , that flatter him : For flattery is the bellows blows up sin ; The thing the which is flatter'd , but a spark , To which that breath gives heat and stronger glowing ; Whereas reproof , obedient , and in ...
Side 15
... tongue move anger to our face ? Hel . How dare the plants look up to heaven , from whence They have their nourishment ? Per . Thou know'st I have power To take thy life . Hel . [ Kneeling . ] I have ground the axe myself ; Do you but ...
... tongue move anger to our face ? Hel . How dare the plants look up to heaven , from whence They have their nourishment ? Per . Thou know'st I have power To take thy life . Hel . [ Kneeling . ] I have ground the axe myself ; Do you but ...
Side 19
... tongues and sorrows do sound deep our woes Into the air : our eyes do weep , till lungs Fetch breath that may proclaim them louder ; that , If Heaven slumber , while their creatures want , They may awake their helps to comfort them . I ...
... tongues and sorrows do sound deep our woes Into the air : our eyes do weep , till lungs Fetch breath that may proclaim them louder ; that , If Heaven slumber , while their creatures want , They may awake their helps to comfort them . I ...
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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.