The Plays and Poems of William Shakspeare, Volume 14R. C. and J. Rivington, 1821 |
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William Shakespeare James Boswell. CORIOLANUS . ACT I. SCENE I. Rome . A Street . Enter a Company of mutinous Citizens , with Staves , Clubs , and other Weapons . 1 CIT . Before we proceed any further , hear me speak . Cır . Speak ...
William Shakespeare James Boswell. CORIOLANUS . ACT I. SCENE I. Rome . A Street . Enter a Company of mutinous Citizens , with Staves , Clubs , and other Weapons . 1 CIT . Before we proceed any further , hear me speak . Cır . Speak ...
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William Shakespeare James Boswell. 1 CIT . Care for us ! -True , indeed ! -They ne'er cared for us yet . Suffer us to famish , and their store - houses crammed with grain ; make edicts for usury , to support usurers : repeal daily any ...
William Shakespeare James Boswell. 1 CIT . Care for us ! -True , indeed ! -They ne'er cared for us yet . Suffer us to famish , and their store - houses crammed with grain ; make edicts for usury , to support usurers : repeal daily any ...
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William Shakespeare James Boswell. More than in singularity , he goes Upon his present action . BRU . Let's along . [ Exeunt . SCENE II . Corioli . The Senate - House . Enter TULLIUS AUFIDIUs , and certain Senators . 1 SEN . So , your ...
William Shakespeare James Boswell. More than in singularity , he goes Upon his present action . BRU . Let's along . [ Exeunt . SCENE II . Corioli . The Senate - House . Enter TULLIUS AUFIDIUs , and certain Senators . 1 SEN . So , your ...
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William Shakespeare James Boswell. wherein he won honour , than in the embracements of his bed , where he would show most love . When yet he was but tender - bodied , and the only son of my womb ; when youth with comeliness plucked all ...
William Shakespeare James Boswell. wherein he won honour , than in the embracements of his bed , where he would show most love . When yet he was but tender - bodied , and the only son of my womb ; when youth with comeliness plucked all ...
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William Shakespeare James Boswell. VOL . Indeed , you shall not . Methinks , I hear hither your husband's drum ; See him pluck Aufidius down by the hair ; As children from a bear , the Volces shunning him : Methinks , I see him stamp ...
William Shakespeare James Boswell. VOL . Indeed , you shall not . Methinks , I hear hither your husband's drum ; See him pluck Aufidius down by the hair ; As children from a bear , the Volces shunning him : Methinks , I see him stamp ...
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The Plays and Poems of William Shakspeare: With the Corrections ..., Volume 14 William Shakespeare Visualização integral - 1821 |
Palavras e frases frequentes
ancient Antigonus Antony and Cleopatra appear Aufidius Autolycus bear beseech blood Bohemia BOSWELL called Camillo Cır Cominius consul Coriolanus Corioli Cymbeline editors emendation Enter Exeunt eyes father fear friends give gods Hanmer hath hear heart Hermione honour JOHNSON Julius Cæsar King Henry lady LART LARTIUS LEON Leontes lord Love's Labour's Lost Macbeth MALONE Marcius MASON means Menenius mother never noble old copy Othello passage PAUL Paulina peace Perdita perhaps play Plutarch Polixenes pr'ythee Pray prince queen Roman Rome SCENE second folio senate sense Shakspeare Shakspeare's SHEP SICINIUS signifies speak speech stand STEEVENS suppose sword tell thee Theobald thing thou art Timon of Athens tongue tribunes Troilus and Cressida true Tullus TYRWHITT voices Volces Volumnia WARBURTON wife Winter's Tale word worthy Сом
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Página 348 - Yet nature is made better by no mean But nature makes that mean : so, over that art Which you say adds to nature, is an art That nature makes. You see, sweet maid, we marry A gentler scion to the wildest stock, And make conceive a bark of baser kind By bud of nobler race : this is an art Which does mend nature, change it rather, but The art itself is nature.
Página 16 - 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.
Página 231 - By and by we hear news of shipwreck in the same place, and then we are to blame if we accept it not for a rock. Upon the back of that comes out a hideous monster, with fire and smoke...