The Vale Shakespeare, Հատոր 13Hacon & Ricketts, 1900 |
Common terms and phrases
ÆDILE Alarum Antium banish banish'd bear beat beseech blood Brutus & Sicinius Caius Marcius call'd Capitol Censorinus CONSPIRATOR consul Corioles death deserv'd drum ears Edile enemy Enter Cominius Enter Coriolanus Enter Menenius Exeunt Coriolanus Exit eyes farewell fear fight follow friends gates give gods gone hate hath hear heard heart honour I'ld ladies lord lov'd madam market-place matter Menenius Agrippa mother ne'er never noble OFFICER patricians peace pray prithee proud Re-enter revenge Roman Rome SCENE SECOND MESSENGER SECOND PLEBEIAN SECOND SENTINEL SECOND SERVINGMAN SENATOR shout show'd soldier speak stand sword Tarpeian rock tell thee there's thine thing THIRD PLEBEIAN THIRD SERVINGMAN Thou art thou hast Titus Lartius tongue traitor tribunes true trumpets Tullus Aufidius twas unto us'd VALERIA VIRGILIA voices Volsces Volscian VOLUMNIA wars What's wife word worthy wounds
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Էջ cxi - I melt, and am not Of stronger earth than others. — My mother bows, As if Olympus to a molehill should In supplication nod ; and my young boy Hath an aspect of intercession, which Great nature cries,
Էջ cxxii - Measureless liar, thou hast made my heart Too great for what contains it. Boy ! 0 slave ! — Pardon me, lords, 'tis the first time that ever I was forc'd to scold.
Էջ cxxii - Cut me to pieces, Volsces; men and lads, Stain all your edges on me. Boy! false hound! 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!
Էջ x - Where foxes, geese : you are no surer, no, Than is the coal of fire upon the ice, Or hailstone in the sun. Your virtue is To make him worthy, whose offence subdues him, And curse that justice did it. Who deserves greatness, 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...