The works of William Shakspere. Knight's Cabinet ed., with additional notes, Том 10 |
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... death , and some to exile ; Ransoming him , or pitying , threat'ning the other ; Holding Corioli in the name of Rome , Even like a fawning greyhound in the leash , To let him slip at will . Com . Where is that slave Which told me they ...
... death , and some to exile ; Ransoming him , or pitying , threat'ning the other ; Holding Corioli in the name of Rome , Even like a fawning greyhound in the leash , To let him slip at will . Com . Where is that slave Which told me they ...
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... death outweighs bad life , And that his country ' s dearer than himself ; Let him alone , or so many so minded , Wave thus , [ waving his hand ] to express his disposition , And follow Marcius . [ They all shout , and 28 [ ACT I ...
... death outweighs bad life , And that his country ' s dearer than himself ; Let him alone , or so many so minded , Wave thus , [ waving his hand ] to express his disposition , And follow Marcius . [ They all shout , and 28 [ ACT I ...
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... death . Of all the horses , ( Whereof we have ta'en good , and good store , ) of all The treasure , in this field achiev'd , and city , We render you the tenth ; to be ta'en forth , VOL . X. Before the common distribution , At your only ...
... death . Of all the horses , ( Whereof we have ta'en good , and good store , ) of all The treasure , in this field achiev'd , and city , We render you the tenth ; to be ta'en forth , VOL . X. Before the common distribution , At your only ...
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... carries noise , and behind him he leaves tears : Death , that dark spirit , in ' s nervy arm doth lie ; Which , being advanc'd , declines ; and then men die . A Sennet . Trumpets sound . Enter COMINIUS and TITUS 40 [ ACT II . CORIOLANUS .
... carries noise , and behind him he leaves tears : Death , that dark spirit , in ' s nervy arm doth lie ; Which , being advanc'd , declines ; and then men die . A Sennet . Trumpets sound . Enter COMINIUS and TITUS 40 [ ACT II . CORIOLANUS .
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... ( death's stamp ) , Where it did mark , it took ; from face to foot He was a thing of blood , whose every motion Was tim'd with dying cries : alone he enter'd The mortal gate o ' the city , which he painted With shunless destiny , aidless ...
... ( death's stamp ) , Where it did mark , it took ; from face to foot He was a thing of blood , whose every motion Was tim'd with dying cries : alone he enter'd The mortal gate o ' the city , which he painted With shunless destiny , aidless ...
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Aaron Appears Aufidius Bassianus bear blood brother Brutus Cæs Caius Capitol Casca Cassius Char Charmian Cleo Cleopatra Cominius Coriolanus dead death deed Demet dost doth Egypt emperor empress enemy ENOBARBUS Enter ANTONY Eros Exeunt Exit eyes Farewell fear follow fortune friends Fulvia give gods Goths hand hath hear heart heaven hither honour Iras Julius Cæsar lady Lart LARTIUS Lavinia Lepidus look lord Lucius madam Marc Marcius Mark Antony Menenius Mess Messala mother never night noble Octavia pardon Parthia peace Pompey pray prithee Publius queen Re-enter revenge Roman Rome Saturnine SCENE Senators Serv Sold soldier speak stand sweet sword Tamora tears tell thee thine thou art thou hast Titinius Titus Andronicus tongue tribunes unto voices Volces VOLUMNIA weep word worthy wounds
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Сторінка 185 - Brutus' love to Caesar was no less than his. If then that friend demand why Brutus rose against Caesar, this is my answer : — Not that I loved Caesar less, but that I loved Rome more. Had you rather Caesar were living and die all slaves, than that Caesar were dead, to live all...
Сторінка 205 - There is a tide in the affairs of men, Which, taken at the flood, leads on to fortune ; Omitted, all the voyage of their life Is bound in shallows and in miseries. On such a full sea are we now afloat ; And we must take the current when it serves, Or lose our ventures.
Сторінка 146 - Why should that name be sounded more than yours ? Write them together, yours is as fair a name ; Sound them, it doth become the mouth as well ; Weigh them, it is as heavy ; conjure with 'em, Brutus will start a spirit as soon as Caesar.
Сторінка 189 - Stand back ! room ! bear back ! Ant. If you have tears, prepare to shed them now. You all do know this mantle : I remember The first time ever Caesar put it on ; 'Twas on a summer's evening, in his tent ; That day he overcame the Nervii. — Look, in this place ran Cassius...
Сторінка 259 - The barge she sat in, like a burnish'd throne, Burn'd on the water : the poop was beaten gold ; Purple the sails, and so perfumed, that The winds were love-sick with them : the oars were silver; Which to the tune of flutes kept stroke, and made The water, which they beat, to follow faster, As amorous of their strokes.
Сторінка 337 - His legs bestrid the ocean : his rear'd arm Crested the world: * his voice was propertied As all the tuned spheres, and that to friends; But when he meant to quail' and shake the orb, He was as rattling thunder.
Сторінка 159 - I have not slept. Between the acting of a dreadful thing And the first motion, all the interim is Like a phantasma, or a hideous dream: The genius, and the mortal instruments, Are then in council; and the state of man, Like to a little kingdom, suffers then The nature of an insurrection.
Сторінка 188 - tis his will : Let but the commons hear this testament, (Which, pardon me, I do not mean to read) And they would go and kiss dead Caesar's wounds, And dip their napkins in his sacred blood ; Yea, beg a hair of him for memory, And, dying, mention it within their wills, Bequeathing it, as a rich legacy, Unto their issue.
Сторінка 187 - Here, under leave of Brutus and the rest, (For Brutus is an honourable man ; So are they all, all honourable men,) Come I to speak in Caesar's funeral. He was my friend, faithful and just to me : But Brutus says, he was ambitious ; And Brutus is an honourable man.
Сторінка 190 - And will, no doubt, with reasons answer you. I come not, friends, to steal away your hearts : I am no orator, as Brutus is ; But, as you know me all, a plain blunt man, That love my friend...