The Tragedy of CoriolanusRivingtons, 1890 - 172 стор. |
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Abbott Ædiles All's Antium Antony and Cleopatra Aufidius banished bear beseech blood BRUTUS Caius Marcius called Capitol Citizens Cominius common consul Coriolanus's Corioli Cotgrave enemy Enter CORIOLANUS Exeunt eyes fear Folio follow friends gates give Glossary gods H. C. BEECHING Hamlet hath haue hear heart Henry Henry IV honour Julius Cæsar King ladies LART Lear lord Macbeth Malone mean Menenius Merchant of Venice mother noble Othello patricians peace phrase play Plebeians Plutarch pray proud prythee quotes Richard III Roman Rome SCENE senate sense Shakespeare SICINIUS soldier speak stand Steevens sword syllables tell Tempest thee thing THIRD CIT THIRD SERV thou hast Titus Lartius tongue tribunes Troilus trumpets Tullus Aufidius Twelfth Night verb VIRGILIA voices Volsces Volscian Volumnia Winter's Tale word worthy wounds ΜΕΝ
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Сторінка 125 - I'd divide, And burn in many places ; on the topmast, The yards and bowsprit, would I flame distinctly, Then meet, and join. Jove's lightnings, the precursors O...
Сторінка 5 - Where he should find you lions, finds you hares, Where foxes, geese: you are no surer, no, Than is the coal of fire upon the ice, Or hailstone in the sun.
Сторінка 160 - For the world, I count it not an inn, but an hospital ; and a place not to live, but to die in. The world that I regard is myself; it is the microcosm of my own frame that I cast mine eye on; for the other, I use it but like my globe, and turn it round sometimes for my recreation.
Сторінка 167 - ... effect Holds such an enmity with blood of man That swift as quicksilver it courses through The natural gates and alleys of the body, And with a sudden vigour it doth posset And curd, like eager droppings into milk, The thin and wholesome blood: so did it mine; And a most instant tetter bark'd about, Most lazar-like, with vile and loathsome crust, All my smooth body.
Сторінка 89 - What have you done ? Behold, the heavens do ope, The gods look down, and this unnatural scene They laugh at. O my mother, mother ! O ! You have won a happy victory to Rome ; But, for your son, — believe it, O, believe it, — Most dangerously you have with him prevailed, If not most mortal to him.
Сторінка 95 - Cut me to pieces, Volsces ; men and lads, Stain all your edges on me. — Boy ! False hound ! If you have writ your annals true, 'tis there, That, like an eagle in a dovecote, I Flutter'd your Volscians in Corioli : Alone I did it. — Boy ! Auf.
Сторінка 154 - Romans, countrymen, and lovers! hear me for my cause ; and be silent that you may hear : believe me for mine honour; and have respect to mine honour, that you may believe: censure me in your wisdom; and awake your senses that you may the better judge. If there be any in this assembly, any dear friend of Caesar's, to him I say, that Brutus' love to Caesar was no less than his.