The Life and Beauties of Shakespeare: Comprising Careful Selections from Each Play, with a General Index, Digesting Them Under Proper HeadsPhillips, Sampson, & Company, 1851 - 345 pages |
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... Coriolanus : " Marcius follows them to the gates , and is shut in . " Innu- merable instances of the same kind might be cited , to prove that the ancient stage was not so defective in the necessary decorations as some antiquarians of ...
... Coriolanus : " Marcius follows them to the gates , and is shut in . " Innu- merable instances of the same kind might be cited , to prove that the ancient stage was not so defective in the necessary decorations as some antiquarians of ...
Page 180
... CORIOLANUS . ACT I. A MOB . WHAT would you have , you curs , That like nor peace , nor war ? the one affrights you , ' The other makes you proud . He that trusts you , Where he should find you lions , finds you hares ; Where foxes ...
... CORIOLANUS . ACT I. A MOB . WHAT would you have , you curs , That like nor peace , nor war ? the one affrights you , ' The other makes you proud . He that trusts you , Where he should find you lions , finds you hares ; Where foxes ...
Page 181
... CORIOLANUS WARRING . Methinks , I hear hither your husband's drum ; See him pluck Aufidius down by the hair ; As children from a bear , the Volces shunning him : Methinks , I see him stamp thus , and call thus , - Come on you cowards ...
... CORIOLANUS WARRING . Methinks , I hear hither your husband's drum ; See him pluck Aufidius down by the hair ; As children from a bear , the Volces shunning him : Methinks , I see him stamp thus , and call thus , - Come on you cowards ...
Page 182
... CORIOLANUS IN THE SENATE I shall lack voice : the deeds of Coriolanus Should not be utter'd feebly . - It is held , That valour is the chiefest virtue , and Most dignifies the haver : §§ if it be , The man I speak of cannot in the world ...
... CORIOLANUS IN THE SENATE I shall lack voice : the deeds of Coriolanus Should not be utter'd feebly . - It is held , That valour is the chiefest virtue , and Most dignifies the haver : §§ if it be , The man I speak of cannot in the world ...
Page 183
... authorities are up , * Without a beard . + Bearded . Smooth - faced enough to act a woman's part . § Reward . || Won . f Stroke . ** Followed . tt Wearied . Neither supreme , how soon confusion May enter ' twixt CORIOLANUS . 188.
... authorities are up , * Without a beard . + Bearded . Smooth - faced enough to act a woman's part . § Reward . || Won . f Stroke . ** Followed . tt Wearied . Neither supreme , how soon confusion May enter ' twixt CORIOLANUS . 188.
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Page 45 - I am a Jew: hath not a Jew eyes? hath not a Jew hands, organs, dimensions, senses, affections, passions? fed with the same food, hurt with the same weapons, subject to the same diseases, healed by' the same means, warmed and cooled by the same winter and summer, as a Christian is? If you prick us, do we not bleed? if you tickle us, do we not laugh? if you poison us, do we not die? and if you wrong us, shall we not revenge?
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Page 216 - ... twere, the mirror up to nature ; to show virtue her own feature, scorn her own image, and the very age and body of the time, his form and pressure.