The Plays of William Shakspeare: In Fifteen Volumes. With the Corrections and Illustrations of Various Commentators. To which are Added NotesT. Longman, 1793 |
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... followed , and many of the principal fpeeches exactly copied from the Life of Coriolanus in Plutarch . POPE . PERSONS represented . Caius Marcius Coriolanus , a noble Roman B 2 CORIOLANUS.] This play I conjecture to have been ...
... followed , and many of the principal fpeeches exactly copied from the Life of Coriolanus in Plutarch . POPE . PERSONS represented . Caius Marcius Coriolanus , a noble Roman B 2 CORIOLANUS.] This play I conjecture to have been ...
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... Marcius Coriolanus , a noble Roman . Titus Lartius , } Generals against the Volscians , Cominius , Menenius Agrippa , friend to Coriolanus . Sicinius Velutus , Tribunes of the People . Junius Brutus , Young Marcius , Son to Coriolanus ...
... Marcius Coriolanus , a noble Roman . Titus Lartius , } Generals against the Volscians , Cominius , Menenius Agrippa , friend to Coriolanus . Sicinius Velutus , Tribunes of the People . Junius Brutus , Young Marcius , Son to Coriolanus ...
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... Marcius is chief enemy to the people . Cir . We know't , we know't . 1. CIT . Let us kill him , and we'll have corn at our own price . Is't a verdict ? CIT . No more talking on't ; let it be done : away , away . 2. CIT . One word , good ...
... Marcius is chief enemy to the people . Cir . We know't , we know't . 1. CIT . Let us kill him , and we'll have corn at our own price . Is't a verdict ? CIT . No more talking on't ; let it be done : away , away . 2. CIT . One word , good ...
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... defcription of the clerk's horfe in the prologue to the Canterbury Tales , Mr. Tyrwhitt's edit . v . 288 : " As lene was his hors as is a rake . ¡± 2. CIT . Would you proceed especially against Caius Marcius 6 CORIOLANUS .
... defcription of the clerk's horfe in the prologue to the Canterbury Tales , Mr. Tyrwhitt's edit . v . 288 : " As lene was his hors as is a rake . ¡± 2. CIT . Would you proceed especially against Caius Marcius 6 CORIOLANUS .
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... Marcius ? CIT . Against him firft ; he's a very dog to the commonalty . 2. CIT . Confider you what fervices he has done for his country ? 1. CIT . Very well ; and could be content to give him good report for't , but that he pays himself ...
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243 ÆäÀÌÁö - O, you hard hearts, you cruel men of Rome, Knew you not POmpey? Many a time and oft Have you climb'd up to walls and battlements, To towers and windows, yea, to chimney-tops, Your infants in your arms, and there have sat The livelong day, with patient expectation, To see great POmpey pass the streets of Rome...
341 ÆäÀÌÁö - 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.
332 ÆäÀÌÁö - 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.
334 ÆäÀÌÁö - 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. He was my friend, faithful and just to me; But Brutus says he was ambitious, And Brutus is an honourable man.
234 ÆäÀÌÁö - If you have writ your annals true, 'tis there, That, like an eagle in a dove-cote, I Flutter'd your Volscians in Corioli : Alone I did it. Boy ! Auf.
624 ÆäÀÌÁö - Sometime, we see a cloud that's dragonish, A vapour, sometime, like a bear, or lion, A tower'd citadel, a pendant rock, A forked mountain, or blue promontory With trees upon't, that nod unto the world, And mock our eyes with air: thou hast seen these signs; They are black vesper's pageants.
272 ÆäÀÌÁö - How that might change his nature, there's the question: It is the bright day that brings forth the adder; And that craves wary walking. Crown him? — that? And then, I grant, we put a sting in him, That at his will he may do danger with.
223 ÆäÀÌÁö - O mother, mother! What have you done? Behold, the heavens do ope, The gods look down, and this unnatural scene They laugh at. O my mother, mother! O! You have won a happy victory to Rome; But for your son— believe it, O, believe it!— Most dangerously you have with him prevail'd, If not most mortal to him.
340 ÆäÀÌÁö - I come not, friends, to steal away your hearts. I am no orator, as Brutus is, But, as you know me all, a plain blunt man That love my friend, and that they know full well That gave me public leave to speak of him. For I have neither wit, nor words, nor worth, Action, nor utterance, nor the power of speech To stir men's blood. I only speak right on...
336 ÆäÀÌÁö - 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.