 | William Herbert - 1853 - 234 páginas
...tears, Cor. — Measureless liar, thou hast made my heart Too great for what contains it. Boy ! slave ! Cut me to pieces, Voices ; men and lads, Stain all...your annals true, 'tis there, That like an eagle in a dove-cot, I Flutter'd your voices in Corioli, Alone I did it — boy ! O, that I had him, With six... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1853 - 832 páginas
...beating to his grave) shall join to thrust The lie unto him. ist Lord. Peace, hoth, and hearmespeak. Cor. er shall be broken. And, noble Dauphin, albeit we...unurged faith To your proceedings ; yet believe m 't is there That, like an eagle in a dovecote, I Fluttered your Voices in Corioli : Alone I did it.... | |
 | William Shakespeare, John Payne Collier - 1853 - 446 páginas
...To thrust the lie unto him. I Lord. Peace both, and hear me speak. Cor. Cut me to pieces, Volsces; men and lads, Stain all your edges on me. — Boy ! False hound ! If you have writ your annals true, 't is there, That like an eagle in a dove-cote, I Flutter'd your Volscians in Corioli : Alone I did... | |
 | John Murray (Firm), Octavian Blewitt - 1853 - 394 páginas
...Coriolanus: — " Cut me to pieces, Volsces, men and lads, Stain all your edges on mo. Boy ! false hound I If you have writ your annals true, 'tis there That, like an eagle in a dovecote, I Flutter'd your Volsces iu Corioli : Alone I did it." There are no ruins of the ancient city to be discovered ; indeed,... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1853 - 596 páginas
...speak. Cor. Cut me to pieces, Voices ; men and lads. Stain all your edges on me. — Boy ! False bound ! #7$7%7&7 Flultcr'd your voices in Corioli : Alone I did it. — Boy ! Auf. Whv, noble lords, Will rou be put... | |
 | Conrad Hume Pinches - 1854 - 460 páginas
...thou hast made my heart Too great for what contains it. Boy ! O slave !— Cut me to pieces, Volsces ; men and lads, Stain all your edges on me. Boy ! False...annals true, 'tis there, That, like an eagle in a dove-cot, I Fluttered your Volscians in Corioli, Alone I did it. Boy !] — But let us part ; Lest... | |
 | Richard Grant White - 1854 - 596 páginas
...few moments before he is slain by the infuriated rabble, some one calls him a " boy of tears : " — "Boy ! False hound! If you have writ your annals true,...an eagle in a dovecote I Flutter'd your Voices in CoriolL" Hear Constance, wailing for her lost Arthur : — " Grief fills the room up of my absent child.... | |
 | Richard Grant White - 1854 - 594 páginas
...is slain by the infuriated rabble, some one calls him a " boy of tears : " — "Boy I False hound I If you have writ your annals true, 'tis there, That...in a dovecote I Flutter'd your Voices in Corioli." Hear Constance, wailing for her lost Arthur : — " Grief 611s the room up of my absent child. Lies... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1855 - 630 páginas
...thrust the lie unto him. 1 Lord. Peace, both ! and hear me speak. Cor. Cut me to pieces, Volsces ; men and lads, Stain all your edges on me. — Boy...That, like an eagle in a dovecote, I Flutter'd your Volscians in Corioli : Alone I did it. — Boy ! Auf. Why, noble lords, Will you be put in mind of... | |
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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. 
