Timon: A Play ; Now First Printed (Google eBook)

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Alexander Dyce
Shakespeare Society, 1842 - 95 pages
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Page 14 - tis, last day of March, My calender tells me the very hower. .* Peed. This is noe Wordling, hee's some Cretian.s [Aside. Gelas. On ffoote, or horse, wents't thou this greate voyage ? Pseud. Vp to the ffeildes Gurgustidonian I rode on horse back ; the Antipodes Were distant thence about an hundred myles ; There I being scene, the Pigmies fearefully Fledd all awaye.
Page 66 - Whatsoeuer is moued to the motion of the moone, is in the moone superficially ; but the man in the moone is moued to the motion of the moone ; ergo the man in the moone really exists in the moone superficially.
Page 3 - Who beares a princelie mynd needes princelie wealth, Or ells hee'le wither like a rose in springe, Nought wilbe left but thornes of povertie. Master, thou art noe kinge, noe prince ; doe well Vnto thie selfe, and all is well. Tim. Thou speakest like thie selfe, and in thy kinde: Lett those that are borne slaues beare abiect minds. I Timon am, not Laches.
Page 80 - I did giue thee true and good advice : Doth the same fury now possesse thye mynd ? What wickednesse doth make me soe abhor'd ? Tim. Thou art a man, that's wickednesse enough ; I hate that fault ; I hate all humane kinde, I hate myselfe, and curse my parents ghosts. Lach. Doth greife and rage thus ouerflowe theire bancks ? When will they ebbe ? Tim. Thou sooner shalt vnite Water to ffyre, heau'n to hell, darke to light : My mynd is constant with a burning hate, And knowes [not] how to chainge. Forsake...
Page 89 - Megaera to my bedd, a hissing snake Into my bosome. Phil. Timon, good Timon, be not soe perverse ; Drowne all things that are past in Lethes ffloud: I willinglie gyue thee my Calimele To be thye wyfe. Tim. Giue her to Cerberus, Or to the Furies, to be tost in hell. Blat. Timon, behould that face, how fayre it is; A dainty girle, neate and compleate throughout; Now, verylie, thou hast a stony hart, If that face moue thee not: hould; embrace her, Fasten sweete kisses on her cherry lipps. What, yf shee...
Page 55 - Phil. Hence, Callimele, hence from that beggers side. Gelas. Thou would'st not haue mee to thy sonne in law ; What, doth it yet repent thee ? Phil. Giue mee my daughter; why dost thou claspe her? Shees none of thine. Tim. Doth Callimele say soe? Call. I loued Timon riche, not Timon poore ; Thou art not now the man thou wast before. Phil. This is my wisedome, this shee learn'd of mee. Tim. Wealth...
Page 3 - ... filled with goulden talents : Is't your pleasure that I cast them into pryson ? Tim. Into pryson ! whye soe ? Lach. Lett your chests be the pryson, Your locks the keeper, and your keyes the porter, Otherwise they'le fly away, swyfter then birds or wyndes. Tim. I will noe miser bee. Flye, gould, enioye the sunn beames ! 'tis not fitt Bright gould should lye hidd in obscuritie ; I'le rather scatter it among the people : Lett poore men somewhat take of my greate plenty ; I would not haue them greiue...
Page 80 - Thou heretofore did'st turne me forth of dores, When I did giue thee true and good advice : Doth the same fury now possesse thye mynd ? What wickednesse doth make me soe abhor'd ? Tim. Thou art a man, that's wickednesse enough ; I hate that fault; I hate all humane kinde, I hate myselfe, and curse my parents ghosts. Lach. Doth greife and rage thus ouerflowe theire bancks ? When will they ebbe ? Tim. Thou sooner shalt vnite Water to ffyre...
Page 71 - Hue but poorely, let him bee content. Tim. What man is hee can wayle the losse of wealthe, Guarded with such a friendly company ? Ill thriue my gold, it shall not wring one teare From these mine eies, nor one sigh from my hearte : My friends sticke close to mee, they will not starte. Dem. Is hee madde...
Page 84 - What, shall I hide My new found treasure vnderneath the earth, Or shall I drowne it in the ocean ? Though all the world loue thee, Timon hates thee : He drowne thee in the seas profunditie. [He offers to goe drowne it.

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