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and eke her Fingirs long and fmale She wrong full oft , and bade God on her rue , And with the Death to doe bote on her Bale : & c . And again , Chaucer's Troil . and Crefeide . Book IV . verse 738 . And the black Holme , that loves the ...
and eke her Fingirs long and fmale She wrong full oft , and bade God on her rue , And with the Death to doe bote on her Bale : & c . And again , Chaucer's Troil . and Crefeide . Book IV . verse 738 . And the black Holme , that loves the ...
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One's Junius Brutus , Sicinius Velutus , and I know not - s'death , The rabble should have firft unroof'd the City , Ere fo prevail'd with me ! it will in time Win upon Power , and throw forth greater themes For Infurrection's arguing .
One's Junius Brutus , Sicinius Velutus , and I know not - s'death , The rabble should have firft unroof'd the City , Ere fo prevail'd with me ! it will in time Win upon Power , and throw forth greater themes For Infurrection's arguing .
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Menenius in one Paffage talks of Alexander the Great ; tho ' that Prince was not born till 130 Years after Coriolanus's Death ; nay , and in another He mentions Galen , whofe Birth was above 420 Years later than That of Alexander .
Menenius in one Paffage talks of Alexander the Great ; tho ' that Prince was not born till 130 Years after Coriolanus's Death ; nay , and in another He mentions Galen , whofe Birth was above 420 Years later than That of Alexander .
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As with a man bufied about Decrees ; Condemning fome to death , and some to exile , Ranfoming him , or pitying , threatning th ' other ; Holding Corioli in the name of Rome , Even like a fawning grey - hound in the leash , To let him ...
As with a man bufied about Decrees ; Condemning fome to death , and some to exile , Ranfoming him , or pitying , threatning th ' other ; Holding Corioli in the name of Rome , Even like a fawning grey - hound in the leash , To let him ...
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Thofe are they , That most are willing ; If any fuch be here , ( As it were fin to doubt ) that love this Painting , Wherein you see me smear'd ; if any fear Lefs for his perfon than an ill report : If any think , brave death out ...
Thofe are they , That most are willing ; If any fuch be here , ( As it were fin to doubt ) that love this Painting , Wherein you see me smear'd ; if any fear Lefs for his perfon than an ill report : If any think , brave death out ...
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171 psl. - 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.
174 psl. - 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.
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130 psl. - I cannot tell what you and other men Think of this life; but for my single self, I had as lief not be as live to be In awe of such a thing as I myself.
242 psl. - O'er-picturing that Venus, where we see The fancy outwork nature: on each side her Stood pretty dimpled boys, like smiling Cupids, With divers-colour'd fans, whose wind did seem To glow the delicate cheeks which they did cool, And what they undid, did. Agr: O, rare for Antony! Eno: Her gentlewomen, like the Nereides, So many mermaids, tended her i...
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132 psl. - 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.
243 psl. - ... silken tackle Swell with the touches of those flower-soft hands, That yarely frame the office. From the barge A strange invisible perfume hits the sense Of the adjacent wharfs. The city cast Her people out upon her, and Antony, Enthron'd i...
176 psl. - O, what a fall was there, my countrymen ! Then I, and you, and all of us fell down, Whilst bloody treason flourish'd over us. O, now you weep ; and, I perceive, you feel The dint of pity : these are gracious drops. Kind souls, what weep you, when you but behold Our Caesar's vesture wounded ? Look you here, Here is himself, marr'd, as you see, with traitors.
172 psl. - Friends, Romans, countrymen, lend me your ears; I come to bury Caesar, not to praise him. The evil, that men do, lives after them ; The good is oft interred with their bones ; So let it be with Caesar.