Cymbeline. CoriolanusGinn, Heath, & Company, 1881 |
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Sida 94
... citizen a wanton means , apparently , so delicate or effeminate a resident of the city . Citizen was sometimes used as an adjective , meaning town - bred ; but I suspect this is an instance of transposition , and that wanton is to be ...
... citizen a wanton means , apparently , so delicate or effeminate a resident of the city . Citizen was sometimes used as an adjective , meaning town - bred ; but I suspect this is an instance of transposition , and that wanton is to be ...
Sida 185
... Citizens , with staves , clubs , and other weapons . I Cit . Before we proceed any further , hear me speak . Citizens . Speak , speak . 1 Cit . You are all resolved rather to die than to famish ? Citizens . Resolved , resolved . I Cit ...
... Citizens , with staves , clubs , and other weapons . I Cit . Before we proceed any further , hear me speak . Citizens . Speak , speak . 1 Cit . You are all resolved rather to die than to famish ? Citizens . Resolved , resolved . I Cit ...
Sida 186
... Citizens . No more talking on't ; let it be done : away , away ! 2 Cit . One word , good citizens . 1 Cit . We are accounted poor citizens ; the patricians , good . What authority surfeits on would relieve us if they would yield us but ...
... Citizens . No more talking on't ; let it be done : away , away ! 2 Cit . One word , good citizens . 1 Cit . We are accounted poor citizens ; the patricians , good . What authority surfeits on would relieve us if they would yield us but ...
Sida 187
... Citizens . Come , come . I Cit . Soft ! who comes here ? 2 Cit . Worthy Menenius Agrippa ; one that hath always loved the people . I Cit . He's one honest enough : would all the rest were so ! Enter MENENIUS AGRIPPA . Men . What work's ...
... Citizens . Come , come . I Cit . Soft ! who comes here ? 2 Cit . Worthy Menenius Agrippa ; one that hath always loved the people . I Cit . He's one honest enough : would all the rest were so ! Enter MENENIUS AGRIPPA . Men . What work's ...
Sida 195
... Citizens . ] Hence to your homes ; be Mar. gone ! Nay , let them follow . The Volsces have much corn : take these rats thither To gnaw their garners . Worshipful mutineers , - Your valour puts well forth ; pray , follow . [ Exeunt all ...
... Citizens . ] Hence to your homes ; be Mar. gone ! Nay , let them follow . The Volsces have much corn : take these rats thither To gnaw their garners . Worshipful mutineers , - Your valour puts well forth ; pray , follow . [ Exeunt all ...
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Antium ARVIRAGUS Aufidius banish'd BELARIUS beseech Britain Cæsar Caius Marcius call'd Capell Citizens Cloten Collier's second folio Cominius Consul Coriolanus Corioli Corrected Cymbeline death do't doth Dyce enemy Enter Exeunt Exit eyes fear follow foot-note friends give gods GUIDERIUS Hanmer hath hear heart honour Iach Iachimo Imogen Julius Cæsar King lady Lart LARTIUS Leonatus Lettsom lord madam meaning Menenius metre mistress mother noble old text on't original reads passage patricians peace Pisanio Plutarch Poet poison'd Post Posthumus pr'ythee pray Queen Re-enter revenge Roman Rome SCENE Senators sense Serv Shakespeare SICINIUS soldier speak speech stand sword tell thee there's thing thou art thou hast TITUS LARTIUS tongue tribunes Tullus villain VIRGILIA voices Volsces Volscian VOLUMNIA What's wife word worthy
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Sida 69 - Full little knowest thou, that hast not tried, What hell it is in suing long to bide ; To lose good days that might be better spent ; To waste long nights in pensive discontent ; To speed to-day, to be put back to-morrow ; To feed on hope ; to pine with fear and sorrow ; To have thy Prince's grace, yet want her peer?
Sida 327 - If you have writ your annals true, 'tis there, That, like an eagle in a dovecote, 1 Flutter'd your Volscians in Corioli : Alone I did it. — Boy ! Auf.
Sida 192 - Beneath abhorring. What would you have, you curs, That like nor peace nor war? the one affrights you, The other makes you proud. He that trusts to you, Where he should find you lions, finds you hares; Where foxes, geese: you are no surer, no, Than is the coal of the fire upon the ice, Or hailstone in the sun.
Sida 276 - You common cry of curs! whose breath I hate As reek o' the rotten fens, whose loves I prize As the dead carcasses of unburied men That do corrupt my air, I banish you; And here remain with your uncertainty! Let every feeble rumour shake your hearts! Your enemies, with nodding of their plumes, Fan you into despair! Have the power still To banish your defenders; till, at length, Your ignorance...
Sida 46 - Hark, hark ! the lark at heaven's gate sings, And Phoebus 'gins arise, His steeds to water at those springs On chaliced flowers that lies ; And winking Mary-buds begin To ope their golden eyes : With every thing that pretty is, My lady sweet, arise : Arise, arise.