The Plays of William Shakespeare: With Notes of Various Commentators, 11 tomasG. Kearsley [Printed, 1806 |
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... . Auf . Say , what's thy name ? Thou hast a grim appearance , and thy face Bears a command in't ; though thy tackle's torn , Thou show'st a noble vessel : What's thy name ? Cor . Prepare thy brow to frown : Know'st thou CORIOLANUS . 109.
... . Auf . Say , what's thy name ? Thou hast a grim appearance , and thy face Bears a command in't ; though thy tackle's torn , Thou show'st a noble vessel : What's thy name ? Cor . Prepare thy brow to frown : Know'st thou CORIOLANUS . 109.
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... hast A heart of wreak in thee , that will r revenge Thine own particular wrongs , and stop those maims Of shame 54 seen through thy country , speed thee straight , And make my misery serve thy turn ; so use it , That my revengeful ...
... hast A heart of wreak in thee , that will r revenge Thine own particular wrongs , and stop those maims Of shame 54 seen through thy country , speed thee straight , And make my misery serve thy turn ; so use it , That my revengeful ...
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... hast spoke hath weeded from my heart A root of ancient envy . If Jupiter Should from yon cloud speak divine things , and say , ' Tis true ; I'd not believe them more than thee , All noble Marcius . - O , let me twine Mine arms about ...
... hast spoke hath weeded from my heart A root of ancient envy . If Jupiter Should from yon cloud speak divine things , and say , ' Tis true ; I'd not believe them more than thee , All noble Marcius . - O , let me twine Mine arms about ...
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... hast beat me out Twelve several times , and I have nightly since Dreamt of encounters ' twixt thyself and me ; We have been down together in my sleep , Unbuckling helms , fisting each other's throat , And wak'd half dead with nothing ...
... hast beat me out Twelve several times , and I have nightly since Dreamt of encounters ' twixt thyself and me ; We have been down together in my sleep , Unbuckling helms , fisting each other's throat , And wak'd half dead with nothing ...
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... hast affected the fine strains of honour , To imitate the graces of the gods ; To tear with thunder the wide cheeks o ' the air , 66 And yet to charge thy sulphur with a bolt That should but rive an oak . Why dost not speak ? Think'st ...
... hast affected the fine strains of honour , To imitate the graces of the gods ; To tear with thunder the wide cheeks o ' the air , 66 And yet to charge thy sulphur with a bolt That should but rive an oak . Why dost not speak ? Think'st ...
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The Plays of William Shakespeare– With Notes of Various ..., 11 leidimas William Shakespeare Trumpų ištraukų rodinys - 1806 |
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Alarum Antium Aufidius banish'd bear beseech blood Brutus Cæs Caius Marcius Calphurnia Capitol Casca Cassius Cicero Cimber Cinna Citizens Clitus Cominius consul Corioli death Decius Decius Brutus deed do't doth drums enemy Enter CORIOLANUS Exeunt Exit eyes Farewell fear follow friends gates give gods hand hate hath hear heart honour ides of March JOHNSON JULIUS CÆSAR ladies Lart look lord Lucilius Lucius Marcus Brutus Mark Antony Menenius Messala Metellus mother never night noble o'the Octavius patricians peace Philippi Pindarus pr'ythee pray Publius Re-enter Romans Rome SCENE senators Serv Shakspeare shout SICINIUS soldier speak stand STEEVENS sword tell thee there's thing thou art thou hast Titinius TITUS LARTIUS to-day tongue traitors Trebonius tribunes unto VIRGILIA voices Volces Volcian VOLUMNIA WARBURTON wife word worthy wounds
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187 psl. - Would he were fatter. — But I fear him not. Yet if my name were liable to fear, I do not know the man I should avoid So soon as that spare Cassius. He reads much ; He is a great observer, and he looks Quite through the deeds of men.
237 psl. - But yesterday, the word of Caesar might Have stood against the world : now lies he there, And none so poor to do him reverence.
184 psl. - The torrent roar'd, and we did buffet it With lusty sinews, throwing it aside And stemming it with hearts of controversy ; But ere we could arrive the point proposed, Caesar cried ' Help me, Cassius, or I sink...
251 psl. - I an itching palm ! You know that you are Brutus that speak this, Or, by the gods, this speech were else your last. Bru. The name of Cassius honours this corruption. And chastisement doth therefore hide his head. Cos. Chastisement! Bru. Remember March, the ides of March remember : Did not great Julius bleed for justice
260 psl. - There is a tide in the affairs of men Which, taken at the flood, leads on to fortune; Omitted, all the voyage of their life Is bound in shallows and in miseries. On such a full sea are we now afloat; And we must take the current when it serves, Or lose our ventures.
240 psl. - 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.
253 psl. - For I can raise no money by vile means: By heaven, I had rather coin my heart, And drop my blood for drachmas, than to wring From the hard hands of peasants their vile trash By any indirection...
237 psl. - I speak not to disprove what Brutus spoke ; But here I am to speak what I do know. You all did love him once, not without cause : What cause withholds you then to mourn for him?
236 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. The noble Brutus Hath told you, Caesar was ambitious; If it were so, it was a grievous fault; And grievously hath Caesar answer'd it. Here, under leave of Brutus, and the rest (For Brutus is an honourable man ; So are they all; all honourable men), Come I to speak in Caesar's funeral.
240 psl. - Caesar lov'd him! This was the most unkindest cut of all; For when the noble Caesar saw him stab, Ingratitude, more strong than traitors...