The Dramatic Works of William Shakespeare, Volume 5D. Appleton & Company, 1872 |
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... leave me there ? Apem . If Timon stay at home . - You three serve three usurers ? All Serv . Ay ; would they served us ! Apem . So would I , -as good a trick as ever hangman served thief . Fool . Are you three usurers ' men ? All Serv ...
... leave me there ? Apem . If Timon stay at home . - You three serve three usurers ? All Serv . Ay ; would they served us ! Apem . So would I , -as good a trick as ever hangman served thief . Fool . Are you three usurers ' men ? All Serv ...
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... leave of means ? Flav . You would not hear me At many leisures I propos'd . Tim . Go to : Perchance some single vantages you took When my indisposition put you back ; And that unaptness made your minister Thus to excuse yourself . Flav ...
... leave of means ? Flav . You would not hear me At many leisures I propos'd . Tim . Go to : Perchance some single vantages you took When my indisposition put you back ; And that unaptness made your minister Thus to excuse yourself . Flav ...
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... leave , sir , Flav . What do you ask of me , my friends ? Tit . We wait for certain money here , sir . Flav . Ay , [ Exit . If money were as certain as your waiting " Twere sure enough . Why then preferr'd you not your sums and bills ...
... leave , sir , Flav . What do you ask of me , my friends ? Tit . We wait for certain money here , sir . Flav . Ay , [ Exit . If money were as certain as your waiting " Twere sure enough . Why then preferr'd you not your sums and bills ...
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William Shakespeare. So his familiars from his buried fortunes Slink all away ; leave their false vows with him , Like empty purses pick'd ; and his poor self , A dedicated beggar to the air , With his disease of all - shunn'd poverty ...
William Shakespeare. So his familiars from his buried fortunes Slink all away ; leave their false vows with him , Like empty purses pick'd ; and his poor self , A dedicated beggar to the air , With his disease of all - shunn'd poverty ...
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... leaves Do on the oak , have with one winter's brush Fell from their boughs , and left me open , bare For every storm ... leave to hang it . Get thee gone.— That the whole life of Athens were in this ! Thus would I eat it . [ Eating a ...
... leaves Do on the oak , have with one winter's brush Fell from their boughs , and left me open , bare For every storm ... leave to hang it . Get thee gone.— That the whole life of Athens were in this ! Thus would I eat it . [ Eating a ...
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Page 243 - 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 196 - 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 194 - 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 195 - 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 218 - This was the noblest Roman of them all : All the conspirators, save only he, Did that they did in envy of great Caesar; He, only, in a general honest thought And common good to all, made one of them.
Page 193 - 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.
Page 158 - And when you saw his chariot but appear, Have you not made an universal shout, That Tiber trembled underneath her banks To hear the replication of your sounds Made in her concave shores? And do you now put on your best attire? And do you now cull out a holiday? And do you now strew flowers in his way That comes in triumph over Pompey's blood? Be gone! Run to your houses, fall upon your knees, Pray to the gods to intermit the plague That needs must light on this ingratitude.
Page 195 - If you have tears, prepare to shed them now. You all do know this mantle : I remember The first time ever Caesar put it on; 'Twas on a summer's evening, in his tent, That day he overcame the Nervii: — Look, in this place, ran Cassius...
Page 190 - A curse shall light upon the limbs of men; Domestic 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; All pity...
Page 302 - His legs bestrid the ocean : his rear'd arm Crested the world: * his voice was propertied As all the tuned spheres, and that to friends; But when he meant to quail' and shake the orb, He was as rattling thunder.