Othello ; Coriolanus ; Timon of AthensBradbury, Agnew, and Company, 1867 - Drama |
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Page 128
... Tribunes of the people . Young MARCIUS , son to Coriolanus . NICANOR . A Roman Herald . TULLUS AUFIDIUS , General of the Volscians . Lieutenant to Aufidius . Conspirators with Aufidius . ADRIAN . A Citizen of Antium . Two Volscian ...
... Tribunes of the people . Young MARCIUS , son to Coriolanus . NICANOR . A Roman Herald . TULLUS AUFIDIUS , General of the Volscians . Lieutenant to Aufidius . Conspirators with Aufidius . ADRIAN . A Citizen of Antium . Two Volscian ...
Page 136
... would hang them on the horns o ' the moon , Shouting their emulation . Men . What is granted them ? Mar. Five tribunes to defend their vulgar wisdoms , Of their own choice : one's Junius Brutus , Sicinius 136 ACT I. CORIOLANUS .
... would hang them on the horns o ' the moon , Shouting their emulation . Men . What is granted them ? Mar. Five tribunes to defend their vulgar wisdoms , Of their own choice : one's Junius Brutus , Sicinius 136 ACT I. CORIOLANUS .
Page 138
... tribunes for the people , Bru . Mark'd you his lip , and eyes ? Sic . Nay , but his taunts . Bru . Being moved , he will not spare to gird the gods . Sic . Be - mock the modest moon . Bru . The present wars devour him : he is 138 ACT I ...
... tribunes for the people , Bru . Mark'd you his lip , and eyes ? Sic . Nay , but his taunts . Bru . Being moved , he will not spare to gird the gods . Sic . Be - mock the modest moon . Bru . The present wars devour him : he is 138 ACT I ...
Page 152
... Tribunes for them ! ) The mouse ne'er shunn'd the cat as they did budge From rascals worse than they . Com . But how prevail'd you ? Mar. Will the time serve to tell ? I do not think : Where is the enemy ? Are you lords o ' the field ...
... Tribunes for them ! ) The mouse ne'er shunn'd the cat as they did budge From rascals worse than they . Com . But how prevail'd you ? Mar. Will the time serve to tell ? I do not think : Where is the enemy ? Are you lords o ' the field ...
Page 155
... tribunes , That , with the fusty plebeians , hate thine honours , Shall say , against their hearts , -We thank the gods , " Our Rome hath such a soldier ! - Yet cam'st thou to a morsel of this feast , Having fully dined before . Enter ...
... tribunes , That , with the fusty plebeians , hate thine honours , Shall say , against their hearts , -We thank the gods , " Our Rome hath such a soldier ! - Yet cam'st thou to a morsel of this feast , Having fully dined before . Enter ...
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Alcib Alcibiades Antium Apem Apemantus Athens Aufidius bear beseech blood Brabantio Caius Marcius CAPHIS Cassio Citizens Cominius consul Coriolanus Corioli Cyprus Desdemona do't dost thou doth Duke Emil EMILIA enemy Enter Exeunt Exit eyes farewell fear fellow Flav fool fortune friends gentlemen give gods gold handkerchief hate hath hear heart heaven honest honour Iago is't knave lady Lart lieutenant look lord Timon Lucullus matter Menenius Michael Cassio mistress Moor mother ne'er never noble on't Othello patricians peace PHRYNIA Poet poor pr'ythee pray Re-enter Roderigo Roman Rome SCENE Senators Serv Servant SICINIUS slave soldier soul speak sweet sword tell thee there's thine thing thou art thou hast thyself TITUS LARTIUS to-night to't tribunes true trumpet twas Venice villain VIRGILIA voices Volsces Volscian VOLUMNIA what's wife worthy
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Page 111 - It is the cause, it is the cause, my soul — Let me not name it to you, you chaste stars ! — It is the cause. Yet I'll not shed her blood; Nor scar that whiter skin of hers than snow, And smooth as monumental alabaster.
Page 68 - Look, where he comes ! Not poppy, nor mandragora, Nor all the drowsy syrups of the world, Shall ever medicine thee to that sweet sleep Which thou ow'dst yesterday.
Page 25 - tis in ourselves that we are thus, or thus. Our bodies are our gardens ; to the which our wills are gardeners : so that if we will plant nettles, or sow lettuce ; set hyssop, and weed up thyme ; supply it with one gender of herbs, or distract it with many ; either to have it sterile with idleness, or manured with industry ; why, the power and corrigible authority of this lies in our wills.
Page 68 - O ! now, for ever Farewell the tranquil mind ; farewell content ! Farewell the plumed troop and the big wars That make ambition virtue ! O, farewell ! Farewell the neighing steed, and the shrill trump, The spirit-stirring drum, the ear-piercing fife, The royal banner, and all quality, Pride, pomp, and circumstance of glorious war...
Page 19 - I spake of most disastrous chances, Of moving accidents by flood and field, Of hair-breadth 'scapes i' the imminent deadly breach, Of being taken by the insolent foe And sold to slavery, of my redemption thence And portance in my...
Page 72 - Never, lago. Like to the Pontic sea, Whose icy current and compulsive course Ne'er feels retiring ebb, but keeps due on To the Propontic and the Hellespont ; Even so my bloody thoughts, with violent pace, Shall ne'er look back, ne'er ebb to humble love. Till that a capable and wide revenge Swallow them up.
Page 61 - Good name in man and woman, dear my lord, Is the immediate jewel of their souls: Who steals my purse steals trash; 'tis something, nothing ; 'Twas mine, 'tis his, and has been slave to thousands ; But he that filches from me my good name, Robs me of that which not enriches him, And makes me poor indeed.
Page 49 - I remember a mass of things, but nothing distinctly; a quarrel, but nothing wherefore. — O that men should put an enemy in their mouths to steal away their brains ! that we should, with joy, pleasance, revel, and applause, transform ourselves into beasts ! lago.
Page 111 - I'll not shed her blood ; Nor scar that whiter skin of hers than snow, And smooth as monumental alabaster. Yet she must die, else she'll betray more men. Put out the light, and then put out the light.
Page 121 - tis a lost fear ; Man but a rush against Othello's breast, And he retires ; — where should Othello go ?— Now, how dost thou look now? O ill-starr'd wench ! Pale as thy smock ! when we shall meet at compt, This look of thine will hurl my soul from heaven, And fiends will snatch at it.