The Works of Shakespear: Coriolanus. Julius Cesar. Antony and Cleopatra. CymbelineRobert Martin, 1768 |
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الصفحة 19
... Say , has our General met the enemy ? Mes . They lie in view ; but have not spoke as yet . Lart . So , the good horfe is mine . Mar. I'll buy him of you . Lart . No , I'll not fell , nor give him : lend him you , I will , For half an ...
... Say , has our General met the enemy ? Mes . They lie in view ; but have not spoke as yet . Lart . So , the good horfe is mine . Mar. I'll buy him of you . Lart . No , I'll not fell , nor give him : lend him you , I will , For half an ...
الصفحة 33
... say , you are reverend grave men ; yet they lie deadly , that tell you , you have good faces ; if you fee this in the map of my microcfom , follows it , that I am known well enough too ? what harm can your * bisson Con- fpectuities ...
... say , you are reverend grave men ; yet they lie deadly , that tell you , you have good faces ; if you fee this in the map of my microcfom , follows it , that I am known well enough too ? what harm can your * bisson Con- fpectuities ...
الصفحة 47
... say ? I pray , Sir , plague upon't , I cannot bring My tongue to fuch a pace ! Look , Sir , -my wounds- I got them in my Country's fervice , when Some certain of your Brethren roar'd , and ran From noise of our own drums . Men . Oh me ...
... say ? I pray , Sir , plague upon't , I cannot bring My tongue to fuch a pace ! Look , Sir , -my wounds- I got them in my Country's fervice , when Some certain of your Brethren roar'd , and ran From noise of our own drums . Men . Oh me ...
الصفحة 52
... you . Bru . Nay , lay a fault on us , your Tribunes , that We labour'd ( no impediment between ) But that you must caft your election on him . I 1 Sit . Say , you chofe him , Sic . 52 CORIOLANUS . Which eafily endures not article, ...
... you . Bru . Nay , lay a fault on us , your Tribunes , that We labour'd ( no impediment between ) But that you must caft your election on him . I 1 Sit . Say , you chofe him , Sic . 52 CORIOLANUS . Which eafily endures not article, ...
الصفحة 53
... Say , you ne'er had don't , ( Harp on that ftill ) but by our putting on ; And prefently , when you have drawn your number , Repair to th ' Capitol . All . We will fo ; almost all repent in their election . Bru . Let them go on ...
... Say , you ne'er had don't , ( Harp on that ftill ) but by our putting on ; And prefently , when you have drawn your number , Repair to th ' Capitol . All . We will fo ; almost all repent in their election . Bru . Let them go on ...
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Afide anſwer Aufidius beſeech beſt blood Brutus buſineſs Cæfar Cafar Cafca Caffius Caius cauſe Char Charmian Cleo Cleopatra Clot Cloten Cominius Coriolanus Cymbeline death defire doth elſe Enobarbus Enter Eros Exeunt Exit faid falſe fear firſt foldier fome friends fuch fword give Gods Guiderius hath hear heart heav'ns honour houſe i'th Iach Imogen Lady Lart laſt Lepidus leſs lord loſe Lucius Madam Marcius Mark Antony maſter Menenius miſtreſs moſt muſt myſelf noble o'th Octavia peace Pifanio pleaſe pleaſure Pleb Poft Pompey Posthumus pr'ythee pray preſent purpoſe Queen Roman Rome ſay SCENE ſee ſeen ſervice ſhall ſhe ſhew ſhould ſome ſpeak ſpirit ſpoke ſtand ſtay ſtill ſtrange ſuch ſweet ſword tell thee theſe thing thoſe Titinius uſe Volfcians Volumnius whoſe yourſelf
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الصفحة 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.
الصفحة 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.
الصفحة 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!
الصفحة 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.
الصفحة 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.
الصفحة 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.
الصفحة 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.
الصفحة 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.
الصفحة 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.
الصفحة 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.