The Works of Shakespeare in Seven Volumes, Том 6A. Bettesworth and C. Hitch, 1733 |
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... SCENE changes to the Walls of Corioli . Enter Marcius , Titus Lartius , with Captains and Sol- diers : To them a Messenger . Mar. Yonder Onder comes news : a wager , they have met . Lart . My horse to yours , no . Mar. ' Tis done . Lart ...
... SCENE changes to the Walls of Corioli . Enter Marcius , Titus Lartius , with Captains and Sol- diers : To them a Messenger . Mar. Yonder Onder comes news : a wager , they have met . Lart . My horse to yours , no . Mar. ' Tis done . Lart ...
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... SCENE changes to the Roman Camp . Com . Enter Cominius retreating , with Soldiers . Reathe you , my friends ; well fought ; we are come off Breathe Like Romans , neither foolish in our Stands , Nor cowardly in retire : Believe me , Sirs ...
... SCENE changes to the Roman Camp . Com . Enter Cominius retreating , with Soldiers . Reathe you , my friends ; well fought ; we are come off Breathe Like Romans , neither foolish in our Stands , Nor cowardly in retire : Believe me , Sirs ...
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... , Which men are best inclin'd . Com . March on , my fellows : Make good this oftentation , and Divide in all with u us , you fhall [ Exeunt . SCENE SCENE changes to CORIOLI . Titus Lartius having fet a CORIOLANUS . 25.
... , Which men are best inclin'd . Com . March on , my fellows : Make good this oftentation , and Divide in all with u us , you fhall [ Exeunt . SCENE SCENE changes to CORIOLI . Titus Lartius having fet a CORIOLANUS . 25.
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... SCENE changes to the Roman Camp . Alarum , as in battel . Enter Marcius and Aufidius , at feveral doors . Mar. I'LL fight with none but thee , for I do hate Worfe than a promise - breaker . Auf . We hate alike : Not Africk owns a ...
... SCENE changes to the Roman Camp . Alarum , as in battel . Enter Marcius and Aufidius , at feveral doors . Mar. I'LL fight with none but thee , for I do hate Worfe than a promise - breaker . Auf . We hate alike : Not Africk owns a ...
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... , my memory is tir'd : Have we no wine here ? Com . Go we to our tent ; The blood upon your visage dries ; ' tis time It should be look'd to : come . [ Exeunt . SCENE SCENE changes to the Camp of the Volfci . A 30 י CORIOLANUS .
... , my memory is tir'd : Have we no wine here ? Com . Go we to our tent ; The blood upon your visage dries ; ' tis time It should be look'd to : come . [ Exeunt . SCENE SCENE changes to the Camp of the Volfci . A 30 י CORIOLANUS .
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againſt anſwer Aufidius becauſe beft Brutus Cæfar Cafar Cafca Caffius Caius call'd cauſe Char Charmian Cleo Cleopatra Clot Cloten Cominius Coriolanus Cymbeline death defire doth Enobarbus Enter Eros Exeunt Exit eyes fafe faid fear feem felf felves fhall fhew fhould fince firft fome fpeak friends ftand ftill ftrange fuch fure fword give Gods Guiderius hath hear heart heav'ns himſelf honour i'th Iach Imogen Lady laft Lart Lepidus Lord Lucius Madam mafter Marcius Mark Antony Menenius moft moſt muft muſt noble o'th Octavius Paffage Pifanio pleaſe Pleb Plutarch Poet Poft Pofthumus Pompey pr'ythee pray prefent purpoſe Queen reaſon Roman Rome SCENE changes ſelf Senfe ſhall Soldier ſpeak tell thee thefe theſe thing thofe thoſe thou Titinius uſe Volfcians whofe word
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