The Plays of William Shakespeare ...: King Richard III. King Henry VIII. Timon of Athens |
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Well , Catesby , ere a fortnight make me older , I'll send some packing , that yet
think not on't . Cate . ' Tis a vile thing to die , my gracious lord , When men are
unprepard , and look not for it . Haft . O monstrous , monstrous ! and so falls it out
...
Well , Catesby , ere a fortnight make me older , I'll send some packing , that yet
think not on't . Cate . ' Tis a vile thing to die , my gracious lord , When men are
unprepard , and look not for it . Haft . O monstrous , monstrous ! and so falls it out
...
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Call for some men of found direction :Let's want no discipline , make no delay ;
For , lords , to - morrow is a busy day . [ Exeunt . Enter , on the other side of the
field , RICHMOND , Sir WILLIAM BRANDON , OXFORD , and other lords . Some
of ...
Call for some men of found direction :Let's want no discipline , make no delay ;
For , lords , to - morrow is a busy day . [ Exeunt . Enter , on the other side of the
field , RICHMOND , Sir WILLIAM BRANDON , OXFORD , and other lords . Some
of ...
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You are rapt , fir , in some work , some dedication To the great lord . Poet . A thing
flipp'd idly from me . Our poesy is as a gum , which oozes From whence ' tis
nourished : The fire i'the flint Shows not , till it be struck ; our gentle flame
Provokes ...
You are rapt , fir , in some work , some dedication To the great lord . Poet . A thing
flipp'd idly from me . Our poesy is as a gum , which oozes From whence ' tis
nourished : The fire i'the flint Shows not , till it be struck ; our gentle flame
Provokes ...
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Why , fare thee well : Here's some gold for thee . Tim . Keep't , I cannot eat it .
Alcib . When I have laid proud Athens on a heap , -- Tim . Warrist thou ' gainst
Athens ? Alcib . Ay , Timon , and have cause . Tim . The gods confound them all i '
thy ...
Why , fare thee well : Here's some gold for thee . Tim . Keep't , I cannot eat it .
Alcib . When I have laid proud Athens on a heap , -- Tim . Warrist thou ' gainst
Athens ? Alcib . Ay , Timon , and have cause . Tim . The gods confound them all i '
thy ...
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Give us some gold , good Timon : Haft thou more ? Tim . Enough to make a
whore forswear her trade , And to make whores , a bawd . Hold up , you sluts ,
Your aprons mountant : You are not oathable , -- Although , I know , you'll swear ,
terribly ...
Give us some gold , good Timon : Haft thou more ? Tim . Enough to make a
whore forswear her trade , And to make whores , a bawd . Hold up , you sluts ,
Your aprons mountant : You are not oathable , -- Although , I know , you'll swear ,
terribly ...
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againſt Anne Apem Athens attend bear better blood brother Buck Buckingham cardinal Clarence comes curſe dead death doth doubt duke Edward Eliz Enter Exeunt Exit eyes fair fall father fear firſt follow fool fortune friends Gent gentle give gods gold grace hand Haſtings hath head hear heart heaven highneſs honour hope hour I'll Kath keep king king's lady leave live look lord madam maſter mean mind moſt mother Murd muſt myſelf nature never noble once Pain peace pleaſe poor pray preſent prince queen Rich Richard royal ſay SCENE ſee Serv Servant ſet ſhall ſhe ſhould ſome ſon ſoul ſpeak ſtand ſtate ſtill ſuch tell thank thee theſe thing thoſe thou thou art Timon true unto whoſe York
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| Заглавие | The Plays of William Shakespeare ...: King Richard III. King Henry VIII. Timon of Athens Том 8 от The Plays of William Shakespeare, William Shakespeare |
| Автор | William Shakespeare |
| Издател | T. Bensley, 1799 |
| Оригиналът е от | Нюйоркската обществена библиотека |
| Цифровизирана на | 29 Дек 2006 |
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