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Page 113
... Tribunes to defend their vulgar wisdoms Of their owne choice . One's Junius Brutus , Sicinius Velutus , and I know not . Sdeath , The rabble should have first unroo'ft the City Ere so prevayl'd with me ; it will in time Win upon power ...
... Tribunes to defend their vulgar wisdoms Of their owne choice . One's Junius Brutus , Sicinius Velutus , and I know not . Sdeath , The rabble should have first unroo'ft the City Ere so prevayl'd with me ; it will in time Win upon power ...
Page 115
... Tribunes for the people . Bru . Mark'd you his lip and eyes . Sicin . Nay , but his taunts . Bru . Being mov'd , he will not spare to gird the Gods . Sicin . Bemocke the modest Moone . Bru . The present Warres devoure him , he is growne ...
... Tribunes for the people . Bru . Mark'd you his lip and eyes . Sicin . Nay , but his taunts . Bru . Being mov'd , he will not spare to gird the Gods . Sicin . Bemocke the modest Moone . Bru . The present Warres devoure him , he is growne ...
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... Tribunes for them ) The Mouse ne're shunn'd the Cat , as they did budge From Rascals worse then they . Com . But how prevail'd you ? Mar. Will the time serve to tell , I do not thinke : Where is the enemy ? Are you Lords a'th Field ? If ...
... Tribunes for them ) The Mouse ne're shunn'd the Cat , as they did budge From Rascals worse then they . Com . But how prevail'd you ? Mar. Will the time serve to tell , I do not thinke : Where is the enemy ? Are you Lords a'th Field ? If ...
Page 128
... Tribunes , That with the fustie Plebeans , hate thine Honors , Shall say against their hearts , We thanke the Gods Our Rome hath such a Souldier . Yet cam'st thou to a Morsell of this Feast , 128 ACT I. The Tragedie of Coriolanus .
... Tribunes , That with the fustie Plebeans , hate thine Honors , Shall say against their hearts , We thanke the Gods Our Rome hath such a Souldier . Yet cam'st thou to a Morsell of this Feast , 128 ACT I. The Tragedie of Coriolanus .
Page 132
... City Mils ) bring me word thither How the world goes : that to the pace of it I may spurre on my journey . Soul . I shall sir . Actus Secundus . Enter Menenius with the two Tribunes of 132 ACT I. The Tragedie of Coriolanus .
... City Mils ) bring me word thither How the world goes : that to the pace of it I may spurre on my journey . Soul . I shall sir . Actus Secundus . Enter Menenius with the two Tribunes of 132 ACT I. The Tragedie of Coriolanus .
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Page 328 - and yet all different. O mickle is the powerfull grace that lies In Plants, Hearbs, stones, and their true qualities : For nought so vile, that on the earth doth live, But to the earth some special! good doth give. Nor ought so good, but strain'd from that faire use, Revolts from true birth, stumbling on abuse. Vertue
Page 383 - my Wife, Death that hath suckt the honey of thy breath, Hath had no power yet upon thy Beautie : Thou art not conquer'd : Beauties ensigne yet Is Crymson in thy lips, and in thy cheekes, And Deaths pale flag is not advanced there. Tybalt, ly'st thou there in thy bloudy sheet
Page 19 - the Shores, And make a soppe of all this solid Globe : Strength should be Lord of imbecility, And the rude Sonne should strike his Father dead : Force should be right, or rather, right and wrong, (Betweene whose endlesse Jarre, Justice recides) Should loose her names, and so should Justice too.
Page 323 - What man art thou, that thus bescreen'd in night So stumblest on my counsell ? Rom. By a name, I know not how to tell thee who I am : My name deare Saint, is hatefull to my selfe, Because it is an Enemy to thee, Had I it written, I would teare the word.
Page 339 - the exchange of joy That one short minute gives me in her sight : Do thou but close our hands with holy words, Then Love-devouring death do what he dare, It is inough, I may but call her mine. Fri. These violent delights have violent endes, And in their triumph : die like
Page 324 - Jul. How cam'st thou hither. Tell me, and wherefore ? The Orchard walls are high, and hard to climbe, And the place death, considering who thou art, If any of my kinsmen find thee here. Rom. With Loves light wings Did I ore-perch these Walls, For stony limits cannot hold
Page 324 - What I have spoke, but farewell Complement, Doest thou Love ? I know thou wilt say I, And I will take thy word, yet if thou swear'st, Thou maiest prove false : at Lovers perjuries They say Jove laught, oh gentle Romeo, If thou dost Love, pronounce it faithfully : Or if thou thinkest I am too quickly wonne,
Page 204 - now, I have forgot my part, And I am out, even to a full Disgrace. Best of my Flesh, Forgive my Tyranny : but do not say, For that forgive our Romanes. Oa kisse Long as my Exile, sweet as my Revenge ! Now by the jealous Queene of Heaven, that kisse
Page 311 - Summer hath not such a flower. Nurse. Nay hee's a flower, infaith a very flower. Old La. What say you, can you love the Gentleman ? This night you shall behold him at our Feast, Read ore the volume of young Paris face, And find delight, writ there with Beauties pen : Examine
Page 338 - Nur. Your Love saies like an honest Gentleman, And a courteous, and a kind, and a handsome, And I warrant a vertuous : where is your Mother ? Jul. Where is my Mother ? Why she is within, where should she be ? How odly thou repli'st : Your Love saies like an honest Gentleman : Where is your Mother