The Dramatic Works of William Shakespeare, with Biographical Introduction by Henry Glassford Bell...Porteous, 1865 |
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... look ye . Pain . You are rapt , sir , in some work , some dedication To the great lord . Poet . A thing slipp'd idly from me . Our poesy is as a gum , which oozes From whence ' tis nourish'd : the fire i ' the flint Shows not till it be ...
... look ye . Pain . You are rapt , sir , in some work , some dedication To the great lord . Poet . A thing slipp'd idly from me . Our poesy is as a gum , which oozes From whence ' tis nourish'd : the fire i ' the flint Shows not till it be ...
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... t , dear lord , You mend the jewel by the wearing it . Tim . Well mock'd . Mer . No , my good lord ; he speaks the common tongue , Which all men speak with him . Tim . Look , who comes here : will you SCENE I. 7 TIMON OF ATHENS .
... t , dear lord , You mend the jewel by the wearing it . Tim . Well mock'd . Mer . No , my good lord ; he speaks the common tongue , Which all men speak with him . Tim . Look , who comes here : will you SCENE I. 7 TIMON OF ATHENS .
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William Shakespeare. Tim . Look , who comes here : will you be chid ? Enter APEMANTUS . Jew . We'll bear , with your lordship . Mer . He'll spare none . Tim . Good - morrow to thee , gentle ... look in thy last 8 ACT I. TIMON OF ATHENS .
William Shakespeare. Tim . Look , who comes here : will you be chid ? Enter APEMANTUS . Jew . We'll bear , with your lordship . Mer . He'll spare none . Tim . Good - morrow to thee , gentle ... look in thy last 8 ACT I. TIMON OF ATHENS .
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William Shakespeare. Apem . Then thou liest : look in thy last work , where thou hast feign'd him a worthy fellow . Poet . That's not feign'd , -he is so . Apem . Yes , he is worthy of thee , and to pay thee for thy labour : he that ...
William Shakespeare. Apem . Then thou liest : look in thy last work , where thou hast feign'd him a worthy fellow . Poet . That's not feign'd , -he is so . Apem . Yes , he is worthy of thee , and to pay thee for thy labour : he that ...
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... Look you , my good lord , I must entreat you , honour me so much As to advance this jewel ; accept it , and wear it . Kind my lord . 1 Lord . I am so far already in your gifts , — All . So are we all . Enter a Servant . Serv . My lord ...
... Look you , my good lord , I must entreat you , honour me so much As to advance this jewel ; accept it , and wear it . Kind my lord . 1 Lord . I am so far already in your gifts , — All . So are we all . Enter a Servant . Serv . My lord ...
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Alcib Alcibiades Andronicus Apem Apemantus art thou Aufidius bear blood brother Brutus Cæs Cæsar Caius Casca Cassius Char Charmian Cleo Cleopatra Cloten Cominius Coriolanus CYMBELINE dead death dost doth emperor Enter Eros Exeunt Exit eyes farewell fear Flav fool fortune friends give gods Goths GUIDERIUS hand hath hear heart heaven honour Iach Imogen Julius Cæsar lady Lart Lavinia Lepidus look lord Lucius madam Marc Marcius Mark Antony master MENENIUS Mess ne'er never noble Octavia peace Pisanio Pompey Posthumus pr'ythee pray queen Re-enter revenge Roman Rome SCENE Senators Serv shalt soldier speak sweet sword Tamora tears tell thee There's thine thing thou art thou hast Timon Titinius Titus TITUS ANDRONICUS tongue tribunes unto villain Volscian What's word worthy
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