The plays (poems) of Shakespeare, ed. by H. Staunton, the illustr. by J. Gilbert engr. by the brothers Dalziel, Part 170, Volume 3 |
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Junius Brutus . Tribunes of the People . Young Marcius , Son to Coriolanus .
MENENIUS AGRIPPA , Friend to Coriolanus . Nicanor . A Roman Herald . Tullus
AUFIDICS , General of the Volscians . VOLUMNIA , Mother to Coriolanus .
VIRGILIA ...
Junius Brutus . Tribunes of the People . Young Marcius , Son to Coriolanus .
MENENIUS AGRIPPA , Friend to Coriolanus . Nicanor . A Roman Herald . Tullus
AUFIDICS , General of the Volscians . VOLUMNIA , Mother to Coriolanus .
VIRGILIA ...
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Of their own choice : one ' s Junius Brutus , Tit . Lead you on : Sicinius Velutus ,
and I know not — ' sdeath ! Follow , Cominius ; we must follow you ; The rabble
should have first unroof ' d + the city , Right worthy you priority . Ere so prevail ' d
...
Of their own choice : one ' s Junius Brutus , Tit . Lead you on : Sicinius Velutus ,
and I know not — ' sdeath ! Follow , Cominius ; we must follow you ; The rabble
should have first unroof ' d + the city , Right worthy you priority . Ere so prevail ' d
...
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you herd of - Boils and plagues Plaster you o ' er ; ] The old text has , " - - you
Heard of Byles and Plagues Plaister you o ' re , " Enter MENENIUS , SICINIUS ,
and BRUTUS . MEN . which Mr . Collier ' s annotator , in utter disregard of the fine
...
you herd of - Boils and plagues Plaster you o ' er ; ] The old text has , " - - you
Heard of Byles and Plagues Plaister you o ' re , " Enter MENENIUS , SICINIUS ,
and BRUTUS . MEN . which Mr . Collier ' s annotator , in utter disregard of the fine
...
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Enter MENENIUS , SICINIUS , and BRUTUS . MEN . The augurer tells me we
shall have news to - night . BRU . Good or bad ? Men . Not according to the
prayer of the people , for they love not Marcius . Sic . Nature teaches beasts to
know their ...
Enter MENENIUS , SICINIUS , and BRUTUS . MEN . The augurer tells me we
shall have news to - night . BRU . Good or bad ? Men . Not according to the
prayer of the people , for they love not Marcius . Sic . Nature teaches beasts to
know their ...
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What I [ Brutus and SICINIUS retire . think I utter , and spend my malice in my
breath . Meeting two such weal ' s - men as you are , ( I cannot call you
Lycurguses ) if the drink you give me Enter VOLUMNIA , VIRGILIA , and VALERIA
, touch my ...
What I [ Brutus and SICINIUS retire . think I utter , and spend my malice in my
breath . Meeting two such weal ' s - men as you are , ( I cannot call you
Lycurguses ) if the drink you give me Enter VOLUMNIA , VIRGILIA , and VALERIA
, touch my ...
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Page 438 - Romans, countrymen, and lovers! hear me for my cause ; and be silent that you may hear : believe me for mine honour; and have respect to mine honour, that you may believe: censure me in your wisdom; and awake your senses that you may the better judge. If there be any in this assembly, any dear friend of Caesar's, to him I say, that Brutus' love to Caesar was no less than his.
Page 362 - That they are not a pipe for fortune's finger To sound what stop she please. Give me that man That is not passion's slave, and I will wear him In my heart's core, ay, in my heart of heart, As I do thee.
Page 344 - I'll wipe away all trivial fond records, All saws of books, all forms, all pressures past, That youth and observation copied there; And thy commandment all alone shall live Within the book and volume of my brain, Unmix'd with baser matter: yes, by heaven!
Page 707 - No more of that. I pray you, in your letters, When you shall these unlucky deeds relate, Speak of me as I am ; nothing extenuate...
Page 361 - O, there be players that I have seen play, and heard others praise, and that highly, not to speak it profanely, that, neither having the accent of Christians, nor the gait of Christian, pagan, nor man, have so strutted and bellowed that I have thought some of Nature's journeymen had made men, and not made them well, they imitated humanity so abominably.
Page 116 - The weight of this sad time we must obey; Speak what we feel , not what we ought to say. The oldest hath borne most: we that are young Shall never see so much , nor live so long.
Page 294 - A great-siz'd monster of ingratitudes : Those scraps are good deeds past ; which are devour'd As fast as they are made, forgot as soon As done. Perseverance, dear my lord, Keeps honour bright : to have done, is to hang Quite out of fashion, like a rusty mail In monumental mockery. Take the instant way ; For honour travels in a strait so narrow, Where one but goes abreast : keep, then, the path...
Page 367 - Why, look you now, how unworthy a thing you make of me ! You would play upon me ; you would seem to know my stops ; you would pluck out the heart of my mystery ; you would sound me from my lowest note to the top of my compass : and there is much music, excellent voice, in this little organ ; yet cannot you make it speak. 'Sblood, do you think I am easier to be played on than a pipe ? Call me what instrument you will, though you can fret me, you cannot play upon me.
Page 496 - The times have been That, when the brains were out, the man would die, And there an end ; but now they rise again, With twenty mortal murders on their crowns, And push us from our stools. This is more strange Than such a murder is.
Page 765 - Full many a glorious morning have I seen Flatter the mountain-tops with sovereign eye, Kissing with golden face the meadows green, Gilding pale streams with heavenly alchemy; Anon permit the basest clouds to ride, With ugly rack on his celestial face, And from the forlorn world his visage hide, Stealing unseen to west with this disgrace: Even so my sun one early morn did shine With all-triumphant splendour on my brow; But out, alack ! he was but one hour mine, The region cloud hath mask'd him from...
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| Title | The plays (poems) of Shakespeare, ed. by H. Staunton, the illustr. by J. Gilbert engr. by the brothers Dalziel, Part 170, Volume 3 The plays (poems) of Shakespeare, ed. by H. Staunton, the illustr. by J. Gilbert engr. by the brothers Dalziel, William Shakespeare |
| Author | William Shakespeare |
| Editor | Howard Staunton |
| Illustrated by | sir John Gilbert |
| Published | 1860 |
| Original from | Oxford University |
| Digitized | 12 Sep 2007 |
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