The Works of Shakespear: Coriolanus. Julius Cesar. Antony and Cleopatra. CymbelineRobert Martin, 1768 |
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... poor Citizens ; the Patri- cians , good : what Authority furfeits on , would re- lieve us if they would yield us but the fuperfluity , while it were wholefome , we might guefs , they relieved us humanely but they think , we are too dear ...
... poor Citizens ; the Patri- cians , good : what Authority furfeits on , would re- lieve us if they would yield us but the fuperfluity , while it were wholefome , we might guefs , they relieved us humanely but they think , we are too dear ...
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... this fortnight , what we in- tend to do , which now we'll fhew ' em in deeds : they fay , poor Suiters have ftrong breaths ; they shall know , we have ftrong arms too . Men . C Men . Why , Mafters , my good Friends , CORIOLANUS .
... this fortnight , what we in- tend to do , which now we'll fhew ' em in deeds : they fay , poor Suiters have ftrong breaths ; they shall know , we have ftrong arms too . Men . C Men . Why , Mafters , my good Friends , CORIOLANUS .
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... Poor . If the Wars eat us not up , they will ; and there's all the love they bear us . Men . Either you must Confefs yourselves wond'rous malicious , Or be accus'd of folly . I fhall tell you A pretty Tale , ( it may be , you have heard ...
... Poor . If the Wars eat us not up , they will ; and there's all the love they bear us . Men . Either you must Confefs yourselves wond'rous malicious , Or be accus'd of folly . I fhall tell you A pretty Tale , ( it may be , you have heard ...
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... poor itch of your opinion , Make yourfelves fcabs ? 2 Cit . We have ever your good word . Mar. He that will give good words to thee , will flatter Beneath abhorring . What would you have , ye Curs , That likes not peace , nor war ? The ...
... poor itch of your opinion , Make yourfelves fcabs ? 2 Cit . We have ever your good word . Mar. He that will give good words to thee , will flatter Beneath abhorring . What would you have , ye Curs , That likes not peace , nor war ? The ...
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... poor man's house : he us'd me kindly . He cry'd to me : I faw him prisoner : But then Aufidius was within my view , And wrath o'erwhelm'd my pity : I request you To give my poor Hoft Freedom . Com . O'well begg'd ! Were he the butcher ...
... poor man's house : he us'd me kindly . He cry'd to me : I faw him prisoner : But then Aufidius was within my view , And wrath o'erwhelm'd my pity : I request you To give my poor Hoft Freedom . Com . O'well begg'd ! Were he the butcher ...
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Afide againſt anſwer Aufidius beft Brutus Cæfar Cafar Cafca Caffius Caius cauſe Char Charmian Cleo Cleopatra Clot Cloten Cominius Coriolanus Cymbeline death defire doth Enobarbus Eros Exeunt Exit faid falfe fear feem fervice fhall fhew fhould fince firft flain foldier fome fpeak fpirit friends ftand ftill ftrange fuch fure fword Gods Guiderius hath hear heart heav'ns himſelf honour i'th Iach Imogen Lady laft Lart lefs Lepidus lord Lucius Madam mafter Marcius Mark Antony Meffenger Menenius moft moſt muft muſt myſelf noble o'th Octavia peace Pifanio pleaſe pleaſure Pleb Poft Pofthumus Pompey pr'ythee pray prefent purpoſe Queen Roman Rome ſay SCENE ſhall ſhe ſpeak tell thee thefe theſe thing thofe thoſe Titinius Volfcians Volumnius whofe whoſe worfe yourſelf
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Сторінка 127 - Why, man, he doth bestride the narrow world, Like a Colossus ; and we petty men Walk under his huge legs, and peep about To find ourselves dishonourable graves.
Сторінка 149 - Cowards die many times before their deaths ; The valiant never taste of death but once. Of all the wonders that I yet have heard, It seems to me most strange that men should fear; Seeing that death, a necessary end, Will come when it will come.
Сторінка 169 - It will inflame you, it will make you mad: 'Tis good you know not that you are his heirs; For, if you should, O, what would come of it!
Сторінка 171 - Good friends, sweet friends, let me not stir you up To such a sudden flood of mutiny. They, that have done this deed, are honourable; What private griefs they have, alas, I know not, That made them do it; they are wise and honourable, And will, no doubt, with reasons answer you.
Сторінка 138 - tis a common proof, That lowliness is young ambition's ladder, Whereto the climber-upward turns his face; But when he once attains the upmost round, He then unto the ladder turns his back, Looks in the clouds, scorning the base degrees By which he did ascend.
Сторінка 171 - I tell you that which you yourselves do know; Show you sweet Caesar's wounds, poor poor dumb mouths, And bid them speak for me: but were I Brutus, And Brutus Antony, there were an Antony Would ruffle up your spirits and put a tongue In every wound of Caesar that should move The stones of Rome to rise and mutiny.
Сторінка 169 - 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 301 - 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: For his bounty, There was no winter in't; an autumn 'twas That grew the more by reaping.
Сторінка 305 - He words me, girls, he words me, that I should not Be noble to myself; but hark thee, Charmian. [Whispers CHARMIAN. Iras. Finish, good lady ; the bright day is done, And we are for the dark.
Сторінка 165 - As Caesar loved me, I weep for him; as he was fortunate, I rejoice at it; as he was valiant, I honour him; but, as he was ambitious, I slew him.