The Dramatic Works of William Shakespeare, in Ten Volumes: Richard the Third. Henry the Eighth. CoriolanusCollins & Hannay, 1823 |
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... Menenius ; the lofty lady's dignity in Volumnia ; the bridal modesty in Virgilia ; the patrician and military naughtiness in Coriolanus ; the plebeian malignity and tri- bunitian insolence in Brutus and Sicinius , make a very pleasing ...
... Menenius ; the lofty lady's dignity in Volumnia ; the bridal modesty in Virgilia ; the patrician and military naughtiness in Coriolanus ; the plebeian malignity and tri- bunitian insolence in Brutus and Sicinius , make a very pleasing ...
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... MENENIUS AGRIPPA , friend to Coriolanus . SICINIUS VELUTUS , JUNIUS BRUTUS , } tribunes of the people . Young MARCIUS , son to Coriolanus . A Roman herald . TULLUS AUFIDIUS , general of the Volscians . Lieutenant to Aufidius ...
... MENENIUS AGRIPPA , friend to Coriolanus . SICINIUS VELUTUS , JUNIUS BRUTUS , } tribunes of the people . Young MARCIUS , son to Coriolanus . A Roman herald . TULLUS AUFIDIUS , general of the Volscians . Lieutenant to Aufidius ...
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... MENENIUS AGRIPPA . 2 Cit . Worthy Menenius Agrippa ; one that hath al- ways loved the people . 1 Cit . He's one honest enough ; ' Would all the rest were so ! Men . What work's , my countrymen , in hand ? Where go you With bats and ...
... MENENIUS AGRIPPA . 2 Cit . Worthy Menenius Agrippa ; one that hath al- ways loved the people . 1 Cit . He's one honest enough ; ' Would all the rest were so ! Men . What work's , my countrymen , in hand ? Where go you With bats and ...
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... MENENIUS , SICINIUS , and BRUTUS . Menenius . THE augurer tells me , we shall have news to - night . Bru . Good , or bad ? Men . Not according to the prayer of the people , for they love not Marcius . Sic . Nature teaches beasts to know ...
... MENENIUS , SICINIUS , and BRUTUS . Menenius . THE augurer tells me , we shall have news to - night . Bru . Good , or bad ? Men . Not according to the prayer of the people , for they love not Marcius . Sic . Nature teaches beasts to know ...
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... Menenius , you are known well enough too . Men . I am known to be a humorous patrician , and one that loves a cup of hot wine with not a drop of al- laying Tiber in't ; said to be something imperfect , in favouring the first complaint ...
... Menenius , you are known well enough too . Men . I am known to be a humorous patrician , and one that loves a cup of hot wine with not a drop of al- laying Tiber in't ; said to be something imperfect , in favouring the first complaint ...
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Anne Antium Aufidius bear beseech blood brother Buck Buckingham cardinal Cate Catesby Cham Clar Clarence Cominius consul Coriolanus Corioli Crom curse death Dorset doth Duch duke duke of Buckingham Duke of NORFOLK Earl of SURREY Edward Eliz enemies Enter Exeunt Exit eyes fair Farewell fear friends gentle give Gloster grace gracious hate hath hear heart heaven holy honour i'the JOHNSON Kath King RICHARD king's lady Lart LARTIUS live look lord Lord Chamberlain lord Hastings LOVELL madam MALONE Marcius Menenius mother never noble NORFOLK o'the peace poor Pr'ythee pray prince queen Rich Richmond Rome royal SCENE senate Sir Thomas Sir THOMAS LOVELL soul speak Stan stand Stanley STEEVENS sword tell thee thou hast tongue Tower tribunes unto voices Volces VOLUMNIA WARBURTON wife Wolsey word York
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169 psl. - Like little wanton boys that swim on bladders, This many summers in a sea of glory; But far beyond my depth : my high-blown pride At length broke under me ; and now has left me, Weary and old with service, to the mercy Of a rude stream, that must forever hide me. Vain pomp and glory of this world, I hate ye : I feel my heart new open'd. O, how wretched Is that poor man that hangs on princes...
169 psl. - So farewell to the little good you bear me. Farewell, a long farewell, to all my greatness! This is the state of man ; to-day he puts forth The tender leaves of hope, to-morrow blossoms...
165 psl. - Nay then, farewell ! I have touch'd the highest point of all my greatness : And, from that full meridian of my glory, I haste now to my setting. I shall fall Like a bright exhalation in the evening, And no man see me more.
102 psl. - My conscience hath a thousand several tongues, And every tongue brings in a several tale, And every tale condemns me for a villain. Perjury, perjury, in the high'st degree; Murder, stern murder in the dir'st degree; All several sins, all us'd in each degree, Throng to the bar, crying all, 'Guilty, guilty!
172 psl. - ... honesty. Still in thy right hand carry gentle peace, To silence envious tongues : be just, and fear not. Let all the ends thou aim'st at be thy country's, Thy God's, and truth's : then, if thou fall'st, O Cromwell ! Thou fall'st a blessed martyr.
178 psl. - Was fashion'd to much honour from his cradle. He was a scholar, and a ripe and good one ; Exceeding wise, fair spoken, and persuading: Lofty and sour to them that lov'd him not \ But to those men that sought him, sweet as summer: And though he were unsatisfied in getting (Which was a sin), yet in bestowing, madam, He was most princely. Ever witness for him Those twins of learning that he rais'd in you, Ipswich and Oxford...
169 psl. - O, how wretched Is that poor man that hangs on princes' favours ! There is, betwixt that smile we would aspire to, That sweet aspect of princes, and their ruin, More pangs and fears than wars or women have; And when he falls, he falls like Lucifer, Never to hope again.
177 psl. - This cardinal, Though from an humble stock, undoubtedly Was fashion'd to much honour. From his cradle, He was a scholar, and a ripe, and good one; Exceeding wise, fair spoken, and persuading : Lofty, and sour, to them that lov'd him not; But, to those men that sought him, sweet as summer.
32 psl. - All scatter'd in the bottom of the sea. Some lay in dead men's skulls; and, in those holes Where eyes did once inhabit, there were crept (As 'twere in scorn of eyes,) reflecting gems, That woo'd the slimy bottom of the deep, And mock'd the dead bones that lay scatter'd by.
197 psl. - Her own shall bless her: Her foes shake like a field of beaten corn, And hang their heads with sorrow. Good grows with her; In her days every man shall eat in safety Under his own vine what he plants, and sing The merry songs of peace to all his neighbours. God shall be truly known; and those about her From her shall read the perfect ways of honour, And by those claim their greatness, not by blood.