The Plays of William Shakespeare ...: King Richard III. King Henry VIII. Timon of Athens |
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Long may'st thou live to wail thy children's loss ; And see another , as I see thee
now , Deck'd in thy rights , as thou art stallid in mine ! Long die thy happy days
before thy death ; And , after many lengthen'd hours of grief , Die neither mother ...
Long may'st thou live to wail thy children's loss ; And see another , as I see thee
now , Deck'd in thy rights , as thou art stallid in mine ! Long die thy happy days
before thy death ; And , after many lengthen'd hours of grief , Die neither mother ...
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Let me look back upon thee , O thou wall , That girdlest in those wolves ! Dive in
the earth , And fence not Athens ! Matrons , turn incontinent ; Obedience fail in
children ! slaves , and fools , Pluck the grave wrinkled senate from the bench ,
And ...
Let me look back upon thee , O thou wall , That girdlest in those wolves ! Dive in
the earth , And fence not Athens ! Matrons , turn incontinent ; Obedience fail in
children ! slaves , and fools , Pluck the grave wrinkled senate from the bench ,
And ...
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Warrist thou ' gainst Athens ? Alcib . Ay , Timon , and have cause . Tim . The gods
confound them all i ' thy conquest ; and Thee after , when thou haft conquer'd !
Alcib . Why me , Timon ? Tim . That , By killing villains , thou wast born to conquer
...
Warrist thou ' gainst Athens ? Alcib . Ay , Timon , and have cause . Tim . The gods
confound them all i ' thy conquest ; and Thee after , when thou haft conquer'd !
Alcib . Why me , Timon ? Tim . That , By killing villains , thou wast born to conquer
...
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To knaves , and all approachers : ' Tis most just , That thou turn rascal ; had'st
thou wealth again , Rascals should hav't . Do not assume my likeness . Tim .
Were I like thee , I'd throw away myself . Apem . Thou hast cast away thyself ,
being like ...
To knaves , and all approachers : ' Tis most just , That thou turn rascal ; had'st
thou wealth again , Rascals should hav't . Do not assume my likeness . Tim .
Were I like thee , I'd throw away myself . Apem . Thou hast cast away thyself ,
being like ...
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Thou should'st desire to die , being miserable . Tim . Not by his breath , that is
more miserable . Thou art a slave , whoin Fortune's tender arnı With favour never
clasp'd ; but bred a dog . Hadst thou , like us , from our first swath , proceeded
The ...
Thou should'st desire to die , being miserable . Tim . Not by his breath , that is
more miserable . Thou art a slave , whoin Fortune's tender arnı With favour never
clasp'd ; but bred a dog . Hadst thou , like us , from our first swath , proceeded
The ...
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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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