The plays of William Shakspeare, pr. from the text of the corrected copies left by G. Steevens and E. Malone, with a selection of notes from the most eminent commentors by A. Chalmers, Volum 6 |
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Pàgina 487
... , and many of the principal speeches exactly copied , from the Life of Coriolanus in Plutarch . POPE . PERSONS REPRESENTED . CAIUS MARCIUS CORIOLANUS , a noble Roman I I 4 THIS play I conjecture to have been written in the ...
... , and many of the principal speeches exactly copied , from the Life of Coriolanus in Plutarch . POPE . PERSONS REPRESENTED . CAIUS MARCIUS CORIOLANUS , a noble Roman I I 4 THIS play I conjecture to have been written in the ...
Pàgina 488
... MARCIUS , Son to Coriolanus . A Roman Herald . TULLUS AUFIDIUS , General of the Volscians . Lieutenant to Aufidius . Conspirators with Aufidius . A Citizen of Antium . Two Volscian Guards . VOLUMNIA , Mother to Coriolanus . VIRGILIA ...
... MARCIUS , Son to Coriolanus . A Roman Herald . TULLUS AUFIDIUS , General of the Volscians . Lieutenant to Aufidius . Conspirators with Aufidius . A Citizen of Antium . Two Volscian Guards . VOLUMNIA , Mother to Coriolanus . VIRGILIA ...
Pàgina 489
... Marcius is chief enemy to the people . Cit . 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 . Cit . 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 ...
Pàgina 490
... Marcius ? Cit . Against him first ; he's a very dog to the com- monalty . 2 Cit . Consider you what services 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 ...
... Marcius ? Cit . Against him first ; he's a very dog to the com- monalty . 2 Cit . Consider you what services 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 ...
Pàgina 494
... Marcius ! Enter CAIUS MARCIUS . Mar. Thanks . What's the matter , you dissentious rogues , ― That rubbing the poor itch of your opinion , Make yourselves scabs ? 1 Cit . We have ever your good word . Mar. He that will give good words to ...
... Marcius ! Enter CAIUS MARCIUS . Mar. Thanks . What's the matter , you dissentious rogues , ― That rubbing the poor itch of your opinion , Make yourselves scabs ? 1 Cit . We have ever your good word . Mar. He that will give good words to ...
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Achilles Ajax Anne Apem arms bear better blood bring brother Buck Buckingham cause comes Coriolanus Cres death doth duke Eliz Enter Exeunt Exit eyes fair fall fear fight follow fool fortune friends Gent give gods grace hand hast hath head hear heart heaven Hector hold honour hour I'll JOHNSON keep king lady leave live look lord MALONE Marcius master means mind mother nature never noble o'the once peace play poor pray present prince queen reason Rich Richard Rome SCENE Senators Serv Servant soul speak stand stay sweet sword tell thank thee Ther thing thou thou art thought Timon tongue Troilus true Ulyss voice worthy
Passatges populars
Pàgina 127 - Give me another horse! bind up my wounds! Have mercy, Jesu! Soft! I did but dream. O! coward conscience, how dost thou afflict me. The lights burn blue. It is now dead midnight. Cold fearful drops stand on my trembling flesh. What! do I fear myself? there's none else by Richard loves Richard; that is, I am I.
Pàgina 214 - 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, And bears his blushing honours thick upon him : The third day comes a frost, a killing frost ; And,— when he thinks, good easy man, full surely His greatness is a ripening, — nips his root, And then he falls, as I do.
Pàgina 217 - Love thyself last: cherish those hearts that hate thee ; Corruption wins not more than 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.
Pàgina 330 - Time hath, my lord, a wallet at his back, Wherein he puts alms for oblivion, A great-sized monster of ingratitudes: Those scraps are good deeds past; which are devour'd As fast as they are made, forgot as soon As done: perseverance, dear my lord, Keeps honour bright: to have done is to hang Quite out of fashion, like a rusty mail In monumental mockery.
Pàgina 214 - 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 opened. O, how wretched Is that poor man that hangs on princes
Pàgina 209 - The letter, as I live, with all the business I writ to his holiness. 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.
Pàgina 217 - Cromwell, I did not think to shed a tear In all my miseries ; but thou hast forc'd me Out of thy honest truth to play the woman. Let's dry our eyes : and thus far hear me, Cromwell ; And, — when I am forgotten, as I shall be ; And sleep in dull cold marble, where no mention Of me more must be heard of, — say, I taught thee...
Pàgina 6 - But I, that am not shap'd for sportive tricks, Nor made to court an amorous looking-glass; I, that am rudely stamp'd, and want love's majesty, To strut before a wanton ambling nymph; I, that am curtail'd of this fair proportion, Cheated of feature by dissembling Nature, Deform'd, unfinish'd, sent before my time Into this breathing world scarce half made up, And that so lamely and unfashionable That dogs bark at me as I halt by them...
Pàgina 127 - For hateful deeds committed by myself! 1 am a villain : yet I lie, I am not. Fool, of thyself speak well : fool, do not flatter. 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 highest degree ; Murder, stern murder, in the dir'st degree ; All several sins, all used in each degree, Throng to the bar, crying all, Guilty ! guilty ! I shall despair.
Pàgina 140 - I COME no more to make you laugh : things now, That bear a weighty and a serious brow, Sad, high, and working, full of state and woe, Such noble scenes as draw the eye to flow, We now present.