Shakespeare's Tragedy of CoriolanusAmerican Book Company, 1898 - 281 էջ |
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... Alarum continues still afar off . Enter MARCIUS , and TITUS LARTIUS with a trumpet . Marcius . See here these movers that do prize their hours At a crack'd drachma ! Cushions , leaden spoons , Irons of a doit , doublets that hangmen ...
... Alarum continues still afar off . Enter MARCIUS , and TITUS LARTIUS with a trumpet . Marcius . See here these movers that do prize their hours At a crack'd drachma ! Cushions , leaden spoons , Irons of a doit , doublets that hangmen ...
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... [ Alarum afar off . ] Hark you , far off ! There is Aufidius ; list , what work he makes Amongst your cloven army . Marcius . O , they are at it ! Lartius . Their noise be our instruction . - Ladders , ho ! Enter the army of the Volsces ...
... [ Alarum afar off . ] Hark you , far off ! There is Aufidius ; list , what work he makes Amongst your cloven army . Marcius . O , they are at it ! Lartius . Their noise be our instruction . - Ladders , ho ! Enter the army of the Volsces ...
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... alarum . The Volsces fly , and Marcius follows them to the gates . So , now the gates are ope ; now prove good seconds . ' T is for the followers fortune widens them , Not for the fliers ; mark me , and do the like . I Soldier . Fool ...
... alarum . The Volsces fly , and Marcius follows them to the gates . So , now the gates are ope ; now prove good seconds . ' T is for the followers fortune widens them , Not for the fliers ; mark me , and do the like . I Soldier . Fool ...
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... Alarum continues still afar off . Enter MARCIUS , and TITUS LARTIUS with a trumpet . Marcius . See here these movers that do prize their hours At a crack'd drachma ! Cushions , leaden spoons , Irons of a doit , doublets that hangmen ...
... Alarum continues still afar off . Enter MARCIUS , and TITUS LARTIUS with a trumpet . Marcius . See here these movers that do prize their hours At a crack'd drachma ! Cushions , leaden spoons , Irons of a doit , doublets that hangmen ...
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... Alarum as in battle . Enter , from opposite sides , MARCIUS and AUFIDIUS . Marcius . I'll fight with none but thee ; for I do hate thee Worse than a promise - breaker . Aufidius . We hate alike ; Not Afric owns a serpent I abhor More ...
... Alarum as in battle . Enter , from opposite sides , MARCIUS and AUFIDIUS . Marcius . I'll fight with none but thee ; for I do hate thee Worse than a promise - breaker . Aufidius . We hate alike ; Not Afric owns a serpent I abhor More ...
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1st folio Alarum Antiates Antium Aufidius banishment battle bear blood Brutus Caius Marcius Capell Capitol carbonado Censorinus Citizen Clarke Coll Cominius command common consul Coriolanus Corioli Cotgrave Cymb death drachma drums Edile ellipsis enemies Enter Exeunt fear fight flatter folios read follow friends gates give gods Hanmer hate hath hear heart honour Johnson ladies Lear lord Macb Malone Menenius Messenger mother nature never nobility noble noun passage Patricians peace plebeians Plutarch Pope praise pray pride proud revenge Rich Roman Rome SCENE Schmidt Senate Sentinel Servingman Shakespeare Shakspere Sicinius soldier speak speech stand Steevens quotes sword Tarpeian rock tell Temp thee Theo thing TITUS LARTIUS tongue tribunes trumpet Tullus Aufidius unto Valeria valiant verb Virgilia voices Volsces Volscian Volumnia Warb wars Whole wife word worthy
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Էջ 40 - I'll never Be such a gosling to obey instinct, but stand, As if a man were author of himself And knew no other kin.
Էջ 95 - You common cry of curs! whose breath I hate As reek o' the rotten fens, whose loves I prize As the dead carcasses of unburied men That do corrupt my air, I banish you; And here remain with your uncertainty! Let every feeble rumour shake your hearts! Your enemies, with nodding of their plumes, Fan you into despair! Have the power still To banish your defenders; till, at length, Your ignorance, (which finds not, till it feels,) Making...
Էջ 132 - 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.
Էջ 140 - Cut me to pieces, Volsces; men and lads, Stain all your edges on me. — Boy ! False hound ! If you have writ your annals true, 't is there, That like an eagle in a dove-cote, I Flutter'd your Volscians in Corioli : Alone I did it.— Boy ! Auf.
Էջ 51 - Deserves your hate: and your affections are A sick man's appetite, who desires most that Which would increase his evil. He that depends Upon your favours, swims with fins of lead, And hews down oaks with rushes. Hang ye ! Trust ye ? With every minute you do change a mind; And call him noble, that was now your hate, Him vile, that was your garland.
Էջ 227 - I have of late, but wherefore I know not, lost all my mirth, forgone all custom of exercises ; and indeed it goes so heavily with my disposition that this goodly frame, the earth, seems to me a sterile promontory ; this most excellent canopy, the air, look you, this brave o'erhanging firmament, this majestical roof fretted with golden fire, why, it appears no other thing to me than a foul and pestilent congregation of vapours.
Էջ 12 - It puts the individual for the species, the one above the infinite many, might before right. A lion hunting a flock of sheep or a herd of wild asses, is a more poetical object than they ; and we even take part with the lordly beast, because our vanity, or some other feeling, makes us disposed to place ourselves in the situation of the strongest party. So we feel some concern for the poor citizens of Rome, when they meet together to compare their wants and grievances, till Coriolanus comes in, and,...
Էջ 164 - ... besides, thou hast not hitherto showed thy poor mother any courtesy. And therefore it is not only honest, but due unto me, that without compulsion I should obtain my so just and reasonable request of thee. But since by reason I cannot persuade thee to it, to what purpose do I defer my last hope...