The Plays, Volume 8Otridge & Rackham, 1824 |
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... better Than to abhor himself : even he drops down The knee before him , and returns in peace Most rich in Timon's nod . Pain . I saw them speak together . Poet . Sir , I have upon a high and pleasant hill , Feign'd fortune to be thron'd ...
... better Than to abhor himself : even he drops down The knee before him , and returns in peace Most rich in Timon's nod . Pain . I saw them speak together . Poet . Sir , I have upon a high and pleasant hill , Feign'd fortune to be thron'd ...
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... better than his value , ) on the moment Follow his strides , his lobbies fill with tendance , Rain sacrificial whisperings in his ear , Make sacred e'en his stirrup , and through him Drink † the free air . Pain . Ay , marry , what of ...
... better than his value , ) on the moment Follow his strides , his lobbies fill with tendance , Rain sacrificial whisperings in his ear , Make sacred e'en his stirrup , and through him Drink † the free air . Pain . Ay , marry , what of ...
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... better , that made the painter ; and yet he's but a filthy piece of work . Pain . You are a dog . Apem . Thy mother's of my generation ; What's she , if I be a dog ? Tim . Wilt dine with me , Apemantus ? Apem . No ; I eat not , lords ...
... better , that made the painter ; and yet he's but a filthy piece of work . Pain . You are a dog . Apem . Thy mother's of my generation ; What's she , if I be a dog ? Tim . Wilt dine with me , Apemantus ? Apem . No ; I eat not , lords ...
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... better or properer can we call our own , than the riches of our friends ? O , what a precious comfort ' tis , to have so many , like brothers , commanding one ano- ther's fortunes ! O joy , e'en made away ere it can be born ! Mine eyes ...
... better or properer can we call our own , than the riches of our friends ? O , what a precious comfort ' tis , to have so many , like brothers , commanding one ano- ther's fortunes ! O joy , e'en made away ere it can be born ! Mine eyes ...
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... better musick . [ Exit . Apem . So ; - Thou'lt not hear me now , -thou shalt not then , I'll lock Thy heaven § from thee . O , that men's ears should be To counsel deaf , but not to flattery ! i . e . All happiness to you . + Offering ...
... better musick . [ Exit . Apem . So ; - Thou'lt not hear me now , -thou shalt not then , I'll lock Thy heaven § from thee . O , that men's ears should be To counsel deaf , but not to flattery ! i . e . All happiness to you . + Offering ...
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Agrippa Alarum Alcib Alcibiades Antium Apem Apemantus Athens Aufidius bear beseech blood Brutus Cæs Caius Capitol Casca Cassius Char Charmian Cleo Cleopatra Cominius consul Coriolanus death do't dost doth Egypt enemy Enobarbus Enter Antony Eros Exeunt Exit eyes Farewell fear fellow Flav fool fortune friends Fulvia give gods gold Guard hand hate hath hear heart honest honour i'the Iras Julius Cæsar knave lady Lart Lepidus look lord Timon Lucilius Lucius madam Marcius Mark Antony master Menenius Mess Messala Messenger Musick ne'er never noble o'the Octavia Parthia peace Poet Pompey pr'ythee pray queen Re-enter Roman Rome SCENE senators Serv Servant Sold soldier speak stand sword tell thee There's thine thing thou art thou hast Titinius tribunes unto voices Volces Volscian Volumnia What's word worthy
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Page 267 - There is a tide in the affairs of men, Which, taken at the flood, leads on to fortune; Omitted, all the voyage of their life Is bound in shallows and in miseries. On such a full sea are we now afloat ; And we must take the current when it serves, Or lose our ventures.
Page 232 - Cowards die many times before their deaths ; The valiant never taste of death but once. Of all the wonders that I yet have heard, It seems to me most strange that men should fear ; Seeing that death, a necessary end, Will come, when it will come.
Page 250 - 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 261 - You say you are a better soldier: Let it appear so; make your vaunting true, And it shall please me well: for mine own part, I shall be glad to learn of noble men. Cas. You wrong me every way; you wrong me, Brutus; I said, an elder soldier, not a better: Did I say "better"?
Page 209 - Why should that name be sounded more than yours ? Write them together, yours is as fair a name ; Sound them, it doth become the mouth as well ; Weigh them, it is as heavy ; conjure with them, Brutus will start a spirit as soon as Caesar.
Page 211 - So soon as that spare Cassius. He reads much; He is a great observer, and he looks Quite through the deeds of men; he loves no plays, As thou dost, Antony; he hears no music; Seldom he smiles, and smiles in such a sort As if he mock'd himself, and scorn'd his spirit That could be mov'd to smile at any thing. Such men as he be never at heart's ease Whiles they behold a greater than themselves, And therefore are they very dangerous.
Page 262 - I can raise no money by vile means: By heaven, I had rather coin my heart, And drop my blood for drachmas, than to wring From the hard hands of peasants their vile trash By any indirection: I did send To you for gold to pay my legions, Which you denied me: was that done like Cassius?
Page 187 - 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 aspe'ct of intercession, which Great nature cries, Deny not.
Page 282 - 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. His life was gentle ; and the elements So mix'd in him, that Nature might stand up, And say to all the world,
Page 209 - Caesar carelessly but nod on him. He had a fever when he was in Spain, And when the fit was on him, I did mark How he did shake : 'tis true, this god did shake : His coward lips did from their colour fly ; And that same eye, whose bend doth awe the world, Did lose his lustre.