The works of William Shakspere. Knight's Cabinet ed., with additional notes, Volume 10 |
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... wounds upon me , and they smart To hear themselves remember'd . Com . Should they not , Well might they fester ' gainst ingratitude , And tent themselves with death . Of all the horses , ( Whereof we have ta'en good , and good store ...
... wounds upon me , and they smart To hear themselves remember'd . Com . Should they not , Well might they fester ' gainst ingratitude , And tent themselves with death . Of all the horses , ( Whereof we have ta'en good , and good store ...
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... wounds become him . Vol . On ' s brows : Menenius , he comes the third time home with the oaken garland . Men . Has he disciplined Aufidius soundly ? a Empiricutick . This is a word coined from empiric , and is spelt in the original ...
... wounds become him . Vol . On ' s brows : Menenius , he comes the third time home with the oaken garland . Men . Has he disciplined Aufidius soundly ? a Empiricutick . This is a word coined from empiric , and is spelt in the original ...
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... wounds upon him . Men . Now it's twenty - seven : every gash was an enemy's grave : [ a shout and flourish . ] Hark ! the trumpets . Vol . These are the ushers of Marcius : before him he carries noise , and behind him he leaves tears ...
... wounds upon him . Men . Now it's twenty - seven : every gash was an enemy's grave : [ a shout and flourish . ] Hark ! the trumpets . Vol . These are the ushers of Marcius : before him he carries noise , and behind him he leaves tears ...
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... wounds To the people , beg their stinking breaths . Sic . ' T is right . Bru . It was his word : O , he would miss it , rather Than carry it , but by the suit o ' the gentry to him , And the desire of the nobles . I wish no better Sic ...
... wounds To the people , beg their stinking breaths . Sic . ' T is right . Bru . It was his word : O , he would miss it , rather Than carry it , but by the suit o ' the gentry to him , And the desire of the nobles . I wish no better Sic ...
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... wounds to heal again , Than hear say how I got them . Bru . My words dis - bench'd you not . Sir , I hope Cor . No , sir : yet oft , When blows have made me stay , I fled from words . You sooth'd not , therefore hurt not : But , your ...
... wounds to heal again , Than hear say how I got them . Bru . My words dis - bench'd you not . Sir , I hope Cor . No , sir : yet oft , When blows have made me stay , I fled from words . You sooth'd not , therefore hurt not : But , your ...
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Aaron Appears Aufidius Bassianus bear blood brother Brutus Cæs Caius Capitol Casca Cassius CESAR Char Charmian Cleo Cleopatra Cominius Coriolanus dead death deed Demet dost doth Egypt emperor empress enemy ENOBARBUS Enter ANTONY Eros Exeunt Exit eyes Farewell fear follow fortune friends Fulvia give gods Goths hand hath hear heart heaven hither honour Iras Julius Cæsar lady Lart LARTIUS Lavinia Lepidus look lord Lucius madam Marc Marcius Mark Antony Menenius Mess Messala mother never night noble Octavia pardon Parthia peace Pompey pray queen Re-enter revenge Roman Rome Saturnine SATURNINUS SCENE Senators Serv Sold soldier speak stand sweet sword Tamora tears tell thee thine thou art thou hast Titinius Titus Andronicus tongue tribunes unto voices Volces VOLUMNIA weep word worthy wounds
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Página 185 - Brutus' love to Caesar was no less than his. If then that friend demand why Brutus rose against Caesar, this is my answer : — Not that I loved Caesar less, but that I loved Rome more. Had you rather Caesar were living and die all slaves, than that Caesar were dead, to live all...
Página 205 - There is a tide in the affairs of men, Which, taken at the flood, leads on to fortune ; Omitted, all the voyage of their life Is bound in shallows and in miseries. On such a full sea are we now afloat ; And we must take the current when it serves, Or lose our ventures.
Página 146 - Why should that name be sounded more than yours ? Write them together, yours is as fair a name ; Sound them, it doth become the mouth as well ; Weigh them, it is as heavy ; conjure with 'em, Brutus will start a spirit as soon as Caesar.
Página 189 - Stand back ! room ! bear back ! Ant. If you have tears, prepare to shed them now. You all do know this mantle : I remember The first time ever Caesar put it on ; 'Twas on a summer's evening, in his tent ; That day he overcame the Nervii. — Look, in this place ran Cassius...
Página 259 - The barge she sat in, like a burnish'd throne, Burn'd on the water : the poop was beaten gold ; Purple the sails, and so perfumed, that The winds were love-sick with them : the oars were silver; Which to the tune of flutes kept stroke, and made The water, which they beat, to follow faster, As amorous of their strokes.
Página 337 - 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.
Página 159 - I have not slept. Between the acting of a dreadful thing And the first motion, all the interim is Like a phantasma, or a hideous dream: The genius, and the mortal instruments, Are then in council; and the state of man, Like to a little kingdom, suffers then The nature of an insurrection.
Página 188 - 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.
Página 187 - Here, under leave of Brutus and the rest, (For Brutus is an honourable man ; So are they all, all honourable men,) Come I to speak in Caesar's funeral. He was my friend, faithful and just to me : But Brutus says, he was ambitious ; And Brutus is an honourable man.
Página 190 - And will, no doubt, with reasons answer you. I come not, friends, to steal away your hearts : I am no orator, as Brutus is ; But, as you know me all, a plain blunt man, That love my friend...