 | Richard Cumberland - 1807 - 456 pàgines
...far ; talk not thus idly " To me, who know yon. IMC. — " Know me? Lucid. — " Aye, who know you, " For one, that courses up and down on errands, *' A...spendthrift's heart, "And gulling him at pleasure — Now do I know you ? Luc. — " Gods, must I bear this ? bear it from Lucullus? " I, who first brought... | |
 | William Mudford - 1812 - 662 pàgines
...presume too far ; talk not thus idly To me, who know you. Luc. — Know me ? Lttcut.—Aye, who know you, For one, that courses up and down on errands, A stale...spendthrift's heart, And gulling him at pleasure— Now do I know you ? inc.— Gods, must I bear this ? bear it from Lucullus ! I, who first brought thee... | |
 | William Mudford - 1812 - 412 pàgines
...too far ; talk not thus idly To me, who know you. IMc. — Know me ? Lucul. — Aye, who know you, For one, that courses up and down on errands, A stale...round a wanton spendthrift's heart, And gulling him at pleasure—Now do I know you ? Luc.— Gods, must I bear this ? bear it from Lucullus ! I, who first... | |
 | William Mudford - 1812 - 666 pàgines
...too far ; talk not thus idly To me, who know you. /.«... — Know me ? Lucul.— Aye, who know you, For one, that courses up and down on errands, A stale retainer at Lord Timou's table ; A man grown great by making legs and cringes, By winding 'round a wanton spendthrift's... | |
 | Richard Cumberland - 1856 - 424 pàgines
...presume too far ; talk not thus idly To me, who know you. Luc. — Know me ? Lucul. — Ay, who know yon. For one that courses up and down on errands, A stale...spendthrift's heart, And gulling him at pleasure. Now do I know you ? Luc. — Gods, must I bear this ? bear it from Lucullus ? I who first brought thee... | |
 | Robert Louis Stevenson - 1909 - 440 pàgines
...; talk not thus idly " To me, who know you. Luc. — " Know me ? Lucul. — " Aye, who know you.' " For one, that courses up and down on errands, '' A...cringes, " By winding round a wanton spendthrift's heart, K And gulling him at pleasure — Now do I know you ? L,uc.— -" Gods, must I bear this ? bear it... | |
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Aye, who know you, For one, that courses up and down on errands, A stale retainer at Lord Timon's table ; A man grown great by making legs and cringes, By winding round a wanton spendthrift's heart, And gulling him at... 