The Works of Shakespear: Coriolanus. Julius Cesar. Antony and Cleopatra. CymbelineRobert Martin, 1768 |
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Pàgina 8
... eye , The counsellor heart , the arm our foldier , Or fteed the leg , the tongue our trumpeter ; With other muniments and petty helps In this our fabric , if that they- Men . What then ? - ' Fore me , this fellow fpeaks . What then ...
... eye , The counsellor heart , the arm our foldier , Or fteed the leg , the tongue our trumpeter ; With other muniments and petty helps In this our fabric , if that they- Men . What then ? - ' Fore me , this fellow fpeaks . What then ...
Pàgina 13
... eyes ? Sic . Nay , but his taunts . Bru . Being mov'd , he will not fpare to gird the Gods- Sic . Be - mock the modest Moon-- Bru . The prefent wars devour him ! He is grown Too proud , to be fo valiant . Sic . Such a nature , Tickled ...
... eyes ? Sic . Nay , but his taunts . Bru . Being mov'd , he will not fpare to gird the Gods- Sic . Be - mock the modest Moon-- Bru . The prefent wars devour him ! He is grown Too proud , to be fo valiant . Sic . Such a nature , Tickled ...
Pàgina 32
... much alone . You talk of pride - oh , that you could turn your eyes towards the napes of your necks , and make but an interior furvey of your good felves ! Oh , that you could ! Bru . Bru . What then , Sir ? Men . Why 32 CORIOLANUS .
... much alone . You talk of pride - oh , that you could turn your eyes towards the napes of your necks , and make but an interior furvey of your good felves ! Oh , that you could ! Bru . Bru . What then , Sir ? Men . Why 32 CORIOLANUS .
Pàgina 34
... eyes fo faft ? Vol . Honourable Menenius , my boy Marcius ap- proaches for the love of Juno , let's go . Men . Ha ! Marcius coming home ? Vol . Ay , worthy Menenius , and with most profpe- rous approbation . Men . Take my Cup , Jupiter ...
... eyes fo faft ? Vol . Honourable Menenius , my boy Marcius ap- proaches for the love of Juno , let's go . Men . Ha ! Marcius coming home ? Vol . Ay , worthy Menenius , and with most profpe- rous approbation . Men . Take my Cup , Jupiter ...
Pàgina 37
... eyes the widows in Corioli wear , And mothers that lack fons . Men . Now the Gods crown thee ! Cor . And live you yet ? O my sweet Lady , pardon . [ To Valeria . Vol . I know not where to turn . O welcome home ; And welcome , General ...
... eyes the widows in Corioli wear , And mothers that lack fons . Men . Now the Gods crown thee ! Cor . And live you yet ? O my sweet Lady , pardon . [ To Valeria . Vol . I know not where to turn . O welcome home ; And welcome , General ...
Frases i termes més freqüents
Afide againſt anſwer Aufidius beft Brutus Cæfar Cafar Cafca Caffius Caius cauſe Char Charmian Cleo Cleopatra Clot Cloten Cominius Coriolanus Cymbeline death defire doth Enobarbus Eros Exeunt Exit faid falfe fear feem fervice fhall fhew fhould fince firft flain foldier fome fpeak fpirit friends ftand ftill ftrange fuch fure fword Gods Guiderius hath hear heart heav'ns himſelf honour i'th Iach Imogen Lady laft Lart lefs Lepidus lord Lucius Madam mafter Marcius Mark Antony Meffenger Menenius moft moſt muft muſt myſelf noble o'th Octavia peace Pifanio pleaſe pleaſure Pleb Poft Pofthumus Pompey pr'ythee pray prefent purpoſe Queen Roman Rome ſay SCENE ſhall ſhe ſpeak tell thee thefe theſe thing thofe thoſe Titinius Volfcians Volumnius whofe whoſe worfe yourſelf
Passatges populars
Pàgina 127 - 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.
Pàgina 149 - Cowards die many times before their deaths ; The valiant never taste of death but once. Of all the wonders that I yet have heard, It seems to me most strange that men should fear; Seeing that death, a necessary end, Will come when it will come.
Pàgina 169 - It will inflame you, it will make you mad: 'Tis good you know not that you are his heirs; For, if you should, O, what would come of it!
Pàgina 171 - Good friends, sweet friends, let me not stir you up To such a sudden flood of mutiny. They, that have done this deed, are honourable; What private griefs they have, alas, I know not, That made them do it; they are wise and honourable, And will, no doubt, with reasons answer you.
Pàgina 138 - tis a common proof, That lowliness is young ambition's ladder, Whereto the climber-upward turns his face; But when he once attains the upmost round, He then unto the ladder turns his back, Looks in the clouds, scorning the base degrees By which he did ascend.
Pàgina 171 - 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.
Pàgina 169 - 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.
Pàgina 301 - His legs bestrid the ocean; his rear'd arm Crested the world; his voice was propertied As all the tuned spheres, and that to friends; But when he meant to quail and shake the orb, He was as rattling thunder: For his bounty, There was no winter in't; an autumn 'twas That grew the more by reaping.
Pàgina 305 - He words me, girls, he words me, that I should not Be noble to myself; but hark thee, Charmian. [Whispers CHARMIAN. Iras. Finish, good lady ; the bright day is done, And we are for the dark.
Pàgina 165 - 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.