Coriolanus: By William ShakespeareCassell limited, 1894 - 192 էջ |
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Alarum Antium banished bear beseech blood BRUTUS and SICINIUS Caius Marcius Capitol Cassell's Cheap Edition Citizens Cloth consul Corioli death deserved drums Edile enemy Enter CORIOLANUS Enter MENENIUS Enter VOLUMNIA Exit eyes Farewell fear fight follow Four Vols friends gates give gods hate hath hear heart HENRY MORLEY honour humble pie Illustrated ladies Lart look lord madam market-place MAX PEMBERTON Menenius Agrippa Mess mother never noble patricians peace plebeians pr'ythee pray proud R. L. STEVENSON Re-enter ROBERT STAWELL BALL Roman Rome SCENE senate Serv Servant shout soldier speak stand STANLEY WEYMAN sword Tarpeian rock tell thee there's thine thing thou art thou hast TITUS LARTIUS tongue tribunes true trumpets Tullus Aufidius unto Valeria Virgilia voices Volsces Volscians What's wife word worthy wounds
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Էջ 14 - 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 14 - 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 171 - 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 173 - The noble sister of Publicola, The moon of Rome ; chaste as the icicle, That's curded by the frost from purest snow, And hangs on Dian's temple : Dear Valeria ! Vol.
Էջ 26 - 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 call him noble that was now your hate , Him vile that was your garland.