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 27
... turn craver too , and so I shall ' scape whipping . Per . Why , are all your beggars whipped then ? 2 Fish . O , not all , my friend , not all ; for if all your beggars were whipped , I would wish no better office , than to be beadle ...
... turn craver too , and so I shall ' scape whipping . Per . Why , are all your beggars whipped then ? 2 Fish . O , not all , my friend , not all ; for if all your beggars were whipped , I would wish no better office , than to be beadle ...
Side 49
... turning o'er authorities , I have ( Together with my practice , ) made familiar To me and to my aid , the blest infusions That dwell in vegetives , in metals , stones ; And I can speak of the disturbances That nature works SCENE II . 49 ...
... turning o'er authorities , I have ( Together with my practice , ) made familiar To me and to my aid , the blest infusions That dwell in vegetives , in metals , stones ; And I can speak of the disturbances That nature works SCENE II . 49 ...
Side 60
... turn To any living creature : believe me , la , I never kill'd a mouse , nor hurt a fly : I trod upon a worm against my will , But I wept for it . How have I offended , Wherein my death might yield her profit , or My life imply her ...
... turn To any living creature : believe me , la , I never kill'd a mouse , nor hurt a fly : I trod upon a worm against my will , But I wept for it . How have I offended , Wherein my death might yield her profit , or My life imply her ...
Side 66
... turn ; therefore say what a paragon she is , and thou hast the harvest out of thine own report . Boult . I warrant you , mistress , thunder shall not so awake the beds of eels , as my giving out her beauty stir up the lewdly - inclined ...
... turn ; therefore say what a paragon she is , and thou hast the harvest out of thine own report . Boult . I warrant you , mistress , thunder shall not so awake the beds of eels , as my giving out her beauty stir up the lewdly - inclined ...
Side 67
... turn a child again . Cle . Were I chief lord of all the spacious world , I'd give it to undo the deed . O , lady , Much less in blood than virtue , yet a princess To equal any single crown o ' the earth , I ' the justice of compare ! O ...
... turn a child again . Cle . Were I chief lord of all the spacious world , I'd give it to undo the deed . O , lady , Much less in blood than virtue , yet a princess To equal any single crown o ' the earth , I ' the justice of compare ! O ...
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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.