 | 1831 - 356 páginas
...hast made my heart Too great for what contains it. Boy ! О slave ! — Cut me to pieces, Volsces ; men and lads, Stain all your edges on me. — Boy...true, 'tis there, That like an eagle in a dove-cote, I Fluttered your Volsces in Corioli; Alone I did it. — Boy ! CIT. Tear him to pieces !" ACT VS 5. iák.... | |
 | James Rush - 1833 - 432 páginas
...might perhaps be given as an instance of the ascent of a fifth and the subsequent descent of an octave. False hound! If you have writ your annals true, 'tis there That, like an eagle in a dove-cote, I Fluttered your Voices in Corioli; Alone I did it.— Boy I I say nothing here of the strong aspiration,... | |
 | James Rush - 1833 - 488 páginas
[ O conteúdo desta página está restrito ] | |
 | James Rush - 1833 - 448 páginas
...might perhaps be given as an instance of the ascent of a fifth and the subsequent descent of an octave. False hound! If you have writ your annals true, 'tis there That, like an eagle in a dove-vote, I Fluttered your Voices in Coriolij Alone I did it.—Boy.' I say nothing here of the strong... | |
 | 1871 - 340 páginas
[ O conteúdo desta página está restrito ] | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1836 - 588 páginas
...beating to his grave) shall join to thrust The lie unto him. 1 Lord. Peace, both, and hear me speak. Cor. Cut me to pieces, Voices ; men and lads, Stain all...true, 'tis there, That, like an eagle in a dovecote, I Fluttered your Voices in Corioli : Alone I did it. — Boy! Auf. Why, noble lords, Will you be put... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1836 - 624 páginas
...thrust [bear The lie unto him. 1 Lord, Peace, both, and hear me speak. Cor. Cut me to pieces, Volces ; men and lads, Stain all your edges on me. — Boy...That like an eagle in a dove-cote, I Flutter'd your Volces in Corioli : Alone I did it.— Boy ! Auf. Why, noble lords, Will you be put in mind of his... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1838 - 522 páginas
...speak. Cor. Cut me to pieces, Voices ; men and lads. Stain all your edge» on me.— Boy ! False hound I If you have writ your annals true, 'tis there, That...Flutter'd your voices in Corioli : Alone I did it— Boy ! Ли/. Why, noble lords, Will you be put in mind of his blind fortune, Which wo» your shame, by... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1838 - 804 páginas
...and hear me speak. Cur. Cut me to pieces, Voices: men and lads. Stain all your edges oo me. — Buy ! False hound ! If you have writ your annals true, 'tis...like an eagle in a dove-cote, I Flutter'd your voices iu Corioli : Aloue 1 did it— Boy 1 Auf. Why, noble lords, Will yon be put in mind of his blind fortune,... | |
| |
If you have writ your annals true, 'tis there, That, like an eagle in a dovecote, I Flutter'd your Volscians in Corioli : Alone I did it. — Boy ! Auf. 
