The works of William Shakspere. Knight's Cabinet ed., with additional notes, Volume 10 |
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... tongue our trumpeter , With other muniments and petty helps In this our fabric , if that they- Men . What then ? ' Fore me , this fellow speaks ! -what then ? what then ? 2 Cit . Should by the cormorant belly be restrain'd , Who is the ...
... tongue our trumpeter , With other muniments and petty helps In this our fabric , if that they- Men . What then ? ' Fore me , this fellow speaks ! -what then ? what then ? 2 Cit . Should by the cormorant belly be restrain'd , Who is the ...
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... tongue From every meaner man . Mar. Come I too late ? Com . Ay , if you come not in the blood of others , But mantled in your own . Mar. O ! let me clip you In arms as sound as when I woo'd ; in heart As merry as when our nuptial day ...
... tongue From every meaner man . Mar. Come I too late ? Com . Ay , if you come not in the blood of others , But mantled in your own . Mar. O ! let me clip you In arms as sound as when I woo'd ; in heart As merry as when our nuptial day ...
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... tongues speak of him , and the bleared sights Are spectacled to see him . Your prattling nurse Into a rapture a lets her baby cry , While she chats him ; the kitchen malkin b pins Her richest lockram ' bout her reechy neck , Clambering ...
... tongues speak of him , and the bleared sights Are spectacled to see him . Your prattling nurse Into a rapture a lets her baby cry , While she chats him ; the kitchen malkin b pins Her richest lockram ' bout her reechy neck , Clambering ...
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... tongues to be silent , and not confess so much , were a kind of ingrateful injury ; to report other- wise were a malice , that , giving itself the lie , would pluck reproof and rebuke from every ear that heard it . 1 Off . No more of ...
... tongues to be silent , and not confess so much , were a kind of ingrateful injury ; to report other- wise were a malice , that , giving itself the lie , would pluck reproof and rebuke from every ear that heard it . 1 Off . No more of ...
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... tongues into those wounds , and speak for them ; so , if he tell us his noble deeds , we must also tell him our noble acceptance of them . Ingratitude is monstrous : and for the multitude to be ingrateful were to make 50 [ ACT II ...
... tongues into those wounds , and speak for them ; so , if he tell us his noble deeds , we must also tell him our noble acceptance of them . Ingratitude is monstrous : and for the multitude to be ingrateful were to make 50 [ ACT II ...
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Aaron Appears Aufidius Bassianus bear blood brother Brutus Cæs Caius Capitol Casca Cassius CESAR Char Charmian Cleo Cleopatra Cominius Coriolanus dead death deed Demet dost doth Egypt emperor empress enemy ENOBARBUS Enter ANTONY Eros Exeunt Exit eyes Farewell fear follow fortune friends Fulvia give gods Goths hand hath hear heart heaven hither honour Iras Julius Cæsar lady Lart LARTIUS Lavinia Lepidus look lord Lucius madam Marc Marcius Mark Antony Menenius Mess Messala mother never night noble Octavia pardon Parthia peace Pompey pray queen Re-enter revenge Roman Rome Saturnine SATURNINUS SCENE Senators Serv Sold soldier speak stand sweet sword Tamora tears tell thee thine thou art thou hast Titinius Titus Andronicus tongue tribunes unto voices Volces VOLUMNIA weep word worthy wounds
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Page 185 - Brutus' love to Caesar was no less than his. If then that friend demand why Brutus rose against Caesar, this is my answer : — Not that I loved Caesar less, but that I loved Rome more. Had you rather Caesar were living and die all slaves, than that Caesar were dead, to live all...
Page 205 - There is a tide in the affairs of men, Which, taken at the flood, leads on to fortune ; Omitted, all the voyage of their life Is bound in shallows and in miseries. On such a full sea are we now afloat ; And we must take the current when it serves, Or lose our ventures.
Page 146 - Why should that name be sounded more than yours ? Write them together, yours is as fair a name ; Sound them, it doth become the mouth as well ; Weigh them, it is as heavy ; conjure with 'em, Brutus will start a spirit as soon as Caesar.
Page 189 - Stand back ! room ! bear back ! Ant. If you have tears, prepare to shed them now. You all do know this mantle : I remember The first time ever Caesar put it on ; 'Twas on a summer's evening, in his tent ; That day he overcame the Nervii. — Look, in this place ran Cassius...
Page 259 - The barge she sat in, like a burnish'd throne, Burn'd on the water : the poop was beaten gold ; Purple the sails, and so perfumed, that The winds were love-sick with them : the oars were silver; Which to the tune of flutes kept stroke, and made The water, which they beat, to follow faster, As amorous of their strokes.
Page 337 - His legs bestrid the ocean : his rear'd arm Crested the world: * his voice was propertied As all the tuned spheres, and that to friends; But when he meant to quail' and shake the orb, He was as rattling thunder.
Page 159 - I have not slept. Between the acting of a dreadful thing And the first motion, all the interim is Like a phantasma, or a hideous dream: The genius, and the mortal instruments, Are then in council; and the state of man, Like to a little kingdom, suffers then The nature of an insurrection.
Page 188 - tis his will : Let but the commons hear this testament, (Which, pardon me, I do not mean to read) And they would go and kiss dead Caesar's wounds, And dip their napkins in his sacred blood ; Yea, beg a hair of him for memory, And, dying, mention it within their wills, Bequeathing it, as a rich legacy, Unto their issue.
Page 187 - Here, under leave of Brutus and the rest, (For Brutus is an honourable man ; So are they all, all honourable men,) Come I to speak in Caesar's funeral. He was my friend, faithful and just to me : But Brutus says, he was ambitious ; And Brutus is an honourable man.
Page 190 - And will, no doubt, with reasons answer you. I come not, friends, to steal away your hearts : I am no orator, as Brutus is ; But, as you know me all, a plain blunt man, That love my friend...